[GSM]

“The Obelisk has served me well.
To have carved my name into the world of Meranthe in a physical form is…
Gratifying.
But this cannot be everything there is to this existence.

Instant gratification will only beget a harsh, severed reality.
One I am too familiar with, thanks to that Silent Hero I have created.

If I am to seek Imperfection,
If I am to truly bring about change,
I should find the roots of change and seize them.
Befitting my aspect, I must learn of change.

…

Where better than its Lord?

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Yes, ever since I have been but a fledgling, I have been told of my assumed parentage.
That I am a spawn of the Lord of Change.
Though not once have I let this title claim me in hubris, it has followed me eternal.
My own kin sing my praises, regardless of my origin, and regardless of the truth.

Yet all speak of me as a spawn of Sak’noth.
Even Set’noth.
Even Grisha.
Even Diavol.

It weighs heavily on me.
To not know my own parentage, yet to have it sung as if they do.
If only it were so easy as to ask, to reach out and find my purported father.
If only speaking to the dead were that simple.

I do not know my father.

I do not know his face.

…

Why does this dismay me…?

I know not pain.
But I believe this is the closest I will get…

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I cannot allow these…
Hopelessly mortal feelings consume me.
I have a job to do.
A kingdom of the fel to run.
I cannot sorrow for what is not my fault.
What is not my shouldered burden.

I must advance every piece upon my board.
I must force this standstill to end before long.
Before they do so in kind.

Sak’noth.
Father.
…if you truly are mine.
Are you proud of me?

Would you be glad of what I have done, so far,
in these short years I have been me?
I fear those sons of man ripping me from what I must do.
I fear my End.

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Until I ascend, until I shed this body and become a false son…
I cannot allow myself to meet my End.
But in time, I will join you.

Be it by my death or the death of the gods.
I swear to you that this change I bring is in my name and mine alone.

Until they all know my name, like they do yours.
I will tell their stories, and all of mine.
And when we meet again, if ever we met,

I wish for your embrace.
Oh, father…”