They call me Harken the Heretic. And yet, I speak the truth. Only two things are certain. We are all going to die. And Her light is a lie.
I loved Her. And I believed She loved me. Until I witnessed the cruelness of Her devastation...
I can still hear the screams of my brothers and sisters as they ran towards Her fire. Zealots poisoned by the promise of Her blessing. And now, only their ashes remain.
The Mother I knew would never demand such a sacrifice. She is no God of mine.
I now wear this mask, vowing never to see Her light again. She is a False Mother. And her light is a lie.