The world offers a million ways to die, but only one way to survive: be one of the darkness.
I had a noble name once, born from the noble principles I had once served.
Betrayed by the heroic ideas I would have served, where I was excellence, now I am deformed. Tricked into this existence, I will be the monster that every hero will dream to murder.
I am the oblivion. I am chaos. And I am the darkness.
I am the Crow.
You sing of love and gods, everything to strengthen your faith; I will have to quiet that first. Every dream is a torch of hope that I must snuff out.
Let me tear your limbs. Let me break your soul.Let me watch you die, eyes knowing that you served my dark purpose.
I will regard your cries as braying steeds, waiting to be whipped, broken, and bridled. Your scream will be the soothing hymn of my brethren at dusk.
Come.
Let me earn your hatred.
Noble is this carnage; I march to exact my vengeance – to drown this world with blood. I will let you and your brethren lament my unholy birth.
I am not a god.
I am not a queen.
I am worse for I... am the Crow.
