I was an Emperor. A leader. A fighter. Against everyone, I've hold my sword. Against everything, I stood still. But at wich price. I couldn't be blinded by my hatred forever. One day I opened my eyes, but it was too late. No one would trust me. No one would stand by my side and fight with me. I changed, but nobody accepted it. My heart become dark and weak, until I could listen again to my feelings... And my soul was outraged; offended with the way everyone treated me. I went to the bottom and beyond, trying to show how much good I could be. No one gave a damn to my efforts, to my pain.
From the depths of my shattered heart, I've rise again. They treated me as a betrayed, but THEY were those who betrayed ME. And once again I shall rise as a tyrant, ready to drown my enemies at an ocean made of their blood. If I can't be redeemed, then I shall embrace the role given to me and burn everything. And crush my opponents until I'm the last man standing.
The very only thing I asked, was forgiveness. What I received? Scorn. Neglect. But I will NOT tolerate such disrespect. Who is against me, is against hisself. Be against me and become one with my blade. evil
Emperor Tawrel Community Member 
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