The Emptiness Sets In

Oh sacred Flame, hear me now: I humbly ask you for forgiveness. I merely reached out to admire your beauty and strength, believe me. I'd never even dream of claiming your spark as my own. These accusations are false! I'm a magistrate, you hear? Renowned and respected! I love the law as if it were my wife, and I'd never betray such a sacred bond! Today, I was cast out, by fools and brigands, no less, and forced to leave my home with this gnawing emptiness, this coldness inside. Neither hearth, wife, nor mistress can warm me... Lift this Hollow curse! I swear on my all, my family, my life: I don't deserve this fate!, Magistrate Darius Whick

I CANNOT BELIEVE they confiscated my mule AND my coin! Now I, esteemed magistrate, former magistrate, they say, have to tread on foot. What a lowly, grimy fate. I should tear their heads off one by one for banishing me. My legs gave out, so I was forced to rest at this cemetery. The Hollow roam outside, but they've failed to notice me. Unless... ...they see me as part of their kin? Oh, I shiver. A relentless cold is setting in... No! It must be the open roof! I am not like them. I won't turn!, Darius Whick

For taking it all. For ruining my family, my life, my status, and for ruining me. All I know lies in shambles, set ablaze by your foolish laws and restrictions. They won't bind me any longer! I rebuke the Ancients! I spit on the Flame! Everyone who crosses my path, daring to have a pulse, will be shattered and crushed! The lifeblood you spill will warm me at last! DARIUS