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Adept
To the Human Artorias, formerly Lord Commander Artorias the Bold, the Right Hand of the Empire of Torath:
You have signed your own death warrant.
When He-Who-Walks-Between offered you power, when we offered you your rightful place at the helm of your Lord's army, you chose the living blood. You choose weakness and impotence. You chose to become slave to the demands of the flesh rather than servant to the Master to whom you owed every second of your endless undeath. You would have been his perfect instrument, a weapon wielded by the greatest Emperor who ever walked this land, a blade to cut down any who opposed him.
But you chose Life over Being. You murdered your Lady wife. You betrayed the Lord Emperor and his cause. And you threw away his greatest gift to you.
Artorias the Weak, Artorias the Coward, Artorias the Human: did you think you had chosen freedom and peace? Unfortunately for you and the fragile bonds of your living form, He-Who-Walks-Between does not need you. You will live long enough only to regret your choice to resist the call. Yours will not be a hero's death. You will die alone and weeping with the agony of the flesh that you wanted, every bone shattered to dust, slowly shedding a drop of blood for each of your unanswered cries for mercy, until you are inevitably crushed beneath the oncoming wave of His power.
There is nothing for you to do but contemplate the depths of your disgrace and the pointlessness of your feeble attempts at resistance, as each beat of your heart brings you closer to your demise.
Naomi Haasahina
You have signed your own death warrant.
When He-Who-Walks-Between offered you power, when we offered you your rightful place at the helm of your Lord's army, you chose the living blood. You choose weakness and impotence. You chose to become slave to the demands of the flesh rather than servant to the Master to whom you owed every second of your endless undeath. You would have been his perfect instrument, a weapon wielded by the greatest Emperor who ever walked this land, a blade to cut down any who opposed him.
But you chose Life over Being. You murdered your Lady wife. You betrayed the Lord Emperor and his cause. And you threw away his greatest gift to you.
Artorias the Weak, Artorias the Coward, Artorias the Human: did you think you had chosen freedom and peace? Unfortunately for you and the fragile bonds of your living form, He-Who-Walks-Between does not need you. You will live long enough only to regret your choice to resist the call. Yours will not be a hero's death. You will die alone and weeping with the agony of the flesh that you wanted, every bone shattered to dust, slowly shedding a drop of blood for each of your unanswered cries for mercy, until you are inevitably crushed beneath the oncoming wave of His power.
There is nothing for you to do but contemplate the depths of your disgrace and the pointlessness of your feeble attempts at resistance, as each beat of your heart brings you closer to your demise.
Naomi Haasahina