For those who have no interest in the following, cease reading now. For
the blind amongst us who have no interest in this conversation, tell the
individual reading this parchment to you to silence themselves and
continue to the next scribing.

Moot, how mistaken you are, how confused your mind has become during
your slumber. Father did not turn his back on you, you turned your back
on the one you had one claimed to serve eternally, just as you turned
your back on the Teradrim when times were tough and the odds were
apparently stacked against you. Highly favoured by our Lord you once
were, even when the circulation of rumors and treason were floating
amongst those of the Teradrim, our Lord stood by your side. He supported
you, for you were the first of His Chosen.

Place you below others? Was it not you who preached of equality amongst
His children and now you feel that you were placed below others due to
your own slumber? Do you not realize that of everyone, you were the
first, you could have easily ascended back unto the rank in which you
once served had you only have taken the time to awaken from your
slumber.

It is strength in which you spoke of when I first approached you with
questions of the Underking. Many discussions took place and in each
breath, the word strength escaped your lips. Yet again, tough times bear
down upon you and yet again you lash out. Though this time, it is not
with threats of selling your guilds shop it's an attempt to declare the
servitude of your Undead soul to one who stands against every ideal that
you once held close to your non-beating heart. You are His child and as
such, you owe your existence unto him.

Where is this strength in which you preached to me not so long ago?
Where is this unity that you sincerely sought to bring unto our kind?
There was a time where you would have fought back and reclaimed that in
which you treasured, you sought your way back to the Teradrim and
reclaimed the abilities that you were destined to learn and now you give
up. You display weakness, something that I never thought would ever
escape my lips nor my quill.

Many things indeed you have taught me, and on this very night you are
still teaching, for you have finally taught me what I should not to do
when faced with adversity. You have taught me not to renounce my faith
due to hard times but to truly display the strength of my Lord from
within to overcome the obstacles in which I face.

Perhaps one night your strength will return as well as your faith, and
with the combination of the two perhaps you will have the strength to
uphold and carry on that in which you once claimed to seek.

In eternal service of the Underking,

Regent of Voltaire, Azrael Llewellyn, Voice of Oblivion

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Midsummer, in the year 183 MA.