He had always been such a well~behaved boy... what went wrong? Didn't he recieve enough love...? Did he crave attention? ...or was it the laviscious gear enhancements that had turned the peace craving Testament into the shadow that would seek blood offerings? Determined, no matter the cost, he has convicted and convinced himself towards resurrecting mankind's greatest foe... and heaven help those that stand in his way.

"What know you, in your, so~called wordly knowledge, of that which never came to pass? When angels should have walked amongst us, rather than cry out with empassioned frenzy, that we know not what we do. Where was *your* god, when these devine creatures fell from the heavens, doved~winged and aflame... and they conceeded to roam about the earth preying on flesh as errant leather winged souls. You have the *audacity* to judge us? You hyporcates made us... and now you wish to destroy us for the very foundation of our existance? It's a shame really, to know that all those priests and preachers, rattle off about absolutely nothing, with their, 'shalt nots' and other such like impossibilities. Your words are, more than likely, your only saving grace... at least your ancestors had common sense;

Perhaps that he
For whom this bell tolls
May be so ill that
He knows not that it tolls
For him.
And perchance that I,
Thinking myself
So much better than I am,
That those around me have caused it
To toll for me...

and I know not that."