Saint Human

Humanity is weak. We do not have the magic of the elves, nor the talent of the dwarves, nor the strength of the beasts. The gods condemned us to slavery and decadence, for ancestral crimes that we were not even allowed to know. Our agony rejoices them.

But I refuse to bow down. I refuse to be another victim. I refuse to allow them to treat us like vermin, to kill and exploit us like cattle.

Anger boils in my veins. Hatred gnaws at my insides as I see how they massacred innocent children, defenseless women and men. The genocide against my people will not go unpunished.

I will avenge every tear shed, every drop of blood spilled. They will feel my fury, part by part. They will know the rage accumulated in the soul of humanity. They will learn to fear me.

Gods, kings and mortals alike, will regret having subjugated us. My name will become synonymous with vengeance, when I finish with every last one of our executioners. There will be no mercy, no compassion, for those who took away our freedom.

There will only be the blazing fire of wrath, consuming everything in its path. I have sworn that we will obtain justice, even if I have to reduce their kingdoms to ashes. They will call for mercy, but they will not find it. The wrath of men will fall upon them like a hellish storm, Our pent-up hatred will overflow, sweeping everything in its path, The fate of men will be decided by steel and fire.

Mankind will regain its glory or we will die... in the attempt.

Mankind will rise from the ashes of vengeance to reclaim... what is ours.