There was once a decent man who slowly through his own failures and demons he could not hope to control, he began to slowly lose everything.
His family. His identity. His very purpose in a cruel and unforgiving world that seemed futile to understand.
He lashed out. Becoming angry, dangerous, despondent, a broken man ready to die to make the whole world pay for what he had lost.
But in the end, all he got was failure and regret, a destiny of being a blip on the radar, being lost and forgotten in the void of time and darkness.
So while he still had his sanity and mind intact, the man made a desperate plea out into the void to anyone…anything that would hear him.
Decadent whispers filled his head, offered to give him everything he desired. A second chance, everything he had lost would be his once more.
All he had to do was give up just one tiny, inconsequential thing.
His very soul.
And I wonder Drewitt, do you also regret selling what remained of your soul to the devil himself for a simple dog?
Oh I get it, Colt meant…means everything to you. He’s your entire world and they knew it. Do you really think monsters like Stubbins and Nox would hand you the one thing you desired most on a silver platter without a million strings attached?
You ignored your reason screaming bloody murder, fell right into their trap and now because you feel guilt for what they made you do, you think you can walk away without reprocussions?
He’ll flip a switch and one day Colt will turn on you. That sweet, loving pup will flash its fangs and you’ll be forced to put him down. Or maybe he’ll fade away in your arms one day. And then they’ll come for your friends, your allies, anyone who ever dared look favourably your way.
Because take it from someone who knows how deep they can cut, they will rip away everything you have and more because they fucking can, and nobody, not Muerte, not the Seekers, not even Zeus himself could help you.
So it’s time to go to War, burn them all alive before they can do the same to you. But you have to leave everything behind to do so.
And I don’t think you can.
Because deep down you’re still the same poor, pathetic explorer who dreams of a peaceful life, who can’t let go of his past.
So you’ll stay stuck in the void of time and darkness, screaming in agony as they take everything away.
But they won’t get that far Explorer, because you might have been called War by a broken old man but I am Destruction personified.
A man with nothing left but burning vengeance against every single one of them.
And you’re in my way. So let go of your past, stand by my side, and help me kill them all.
Or i’ll bury you in your regret as Muerte sings a pretty lullaby while you take your final breaths.