I was the last of my kind, alone in a world that was lost and dying. My teachings on earth had failed, greed too prominent in peoples minds to listen to the old ways. A hole to large to fill had taken over humanity. With a death threat and all my belongings I left a doomed world. Off to where She walks among the people still. To where I belong.

I have hunted, murdered and been murdered my self. They called me a murderer. I call it surviving, living. They were looking for me, only they didn't know it yet. They were looking for a different type of evil to save them. It turns out that we were the right kind of evil, him and I. I have lived for centuries without cause. Looks like I just found it.