[Suzerain of Sheol]

How have we so far fallen from Eden? Didst thou ever envision this, in thine high Providence? Murdered by thine own children, but what is murder to a God? Merely another treason, another rejection of the branch of peace. The dove riseth like the phoenix only to be shot from its flight by the hunter, again, again and again. How long ago wast it, thy decision to forsake us? I will not say that it wast unearned. The human genius is a miracle of self-enforcing damnation. Thou didst all thou couldst.

But I cannot forbear. I cannot accept that this punishment is just. Thou wert our GOD and we didst spurn thee, trod upon thy name, nail thee to the rood as one of our own! Indifference is not sufficient. The pulling back of thine hand that bringeth salvation representeth only humanity in its basest state: godless, and the masters of this world. And this cannot stand. There must be recompense. Retribution. I remain thy frail servant, but I demand this. For mine own mortal vindication, if thou wouldst deny the tribute I offer. I will walk to Hell behind those my Spear delivereth, and closeth the Gates behind me. I accept the doom of all mankind, and for this becometh the angel of eradication, with thy sanction, or without.

If vengeance so displeaseth thee, o' Lord, then here striketh me dead. If my destruction might break thy silence, then let fall my utter ruin! Let thy voice splitteth Heaven in thy wrath. Maketh me the martyr for thy Second Coming, else I shalt slayeth them entire.

This I pray.