All of your life, you had been driven by your hate. Hate for your lot in life, hate for the highbloods who had forced you to live as something more lowly than the lowest peasant, hate for the system that empowered them to keep you low or even kill you if they pleased.
Hate for the universe that had spawned this madness.
And above all…
Hate for yourself. Hate for the monster that should never have existed. Hate for the one who had caused madness and death. Hate for the Sufferer who had brought suffering upon the entire race.
And the idiots worshipped you for it. Worshipped you for murder. Worshipped you for your wrath. Worshipped you for dooming the entire species to extinction.
They should have been the ones to do this to you. They should have been wise enough to see your crimes for what they were. But no, instead they built a church and prayed, blind to their own doom fast approaching.
You are about to commit the only good, just action you have ever committed in your entire life.
You are about to die.