Vae Victus - suffering to the conquered. Ironic that now I was the one suffering. Not anything as pedestrian as physical pain. Rather the cruel jab of impotent anger - the hunger for revenge. I didn’t care if I was in Heaven or Hell - all I wanted was to kill my assassins.
Sometimes you get what you wish for. The Necromancer Omir Sarikusa offered me a chance for vengeance. And like a fool, I jumped at his offer without considering the cost. Nothing is free
Not even revenge.
I awoke to the pain of a new existence, in a dank womb of darkness and decay.
The world had changed to my eyes. I had not expected such cruelty from the light. For in the embrace of the sun, I could find no comfort, only malice. This would change in time for the worse, along with other things.
Hunger and weakness are no bar to vengeance’s call. I would find my slayers and send them back whence I came.
Their sneering faces were forever etched upon my memory. I had crossed death for this moment. My mind was empty save for one thought: I would kill.
There is no greater release than that from vengeance sated.