Ash and smoke.
It is my home, as light and life are others'.
Darkness is my cradle, my pillar.
The heat - the death...
It comes as... a Father.
He holds over us.
Death is in His hand.
He is my father.
Pain is His embrace.
Suffering His love.
I... need Him.
My mind... it is... at war...
Within this dark flesh...
Behind... these eyes of gold...
He has given me... part of His spirit...
Some might call it a curse.
Some might call me Feral.
But he... my father... He keeps us in balance.
Only in anger will He arise within me.
Yes... bestowed He this power in His creature...
Felt I the jaws of poison when yet I was a child...
Yet He let me live.
Let me live, despite the death,
Death in the beast's jaws when it closed upon me to kill me.
He let me keep part of my soul...
For Him.
He protects me.
He keeps me.
Poison is my blood.
To breathe it is my air.
To extend my power...
My desire.
I am His arm of justice.
I desire to feel His pain...
His knife is become a part of me...
Filled with His power...
As He yet feeds me.
He has given me power,
Power over the movement,
Power over all the solid things,
To control my whip,
Made in His honor.
This band I wear...
I wear at His behest.
It shows me I am mortal,
While yet He cuts me with it,
Time and again at my every move,
To slice my flesh,
Every gash showing me...
Prékan's love.
