I write to everyone today to bring to your attention a curse that has
long plagued me. A burden of not receiving any form of recognition or
acknowledgements in my existence as a living mortal of this land. In my
youth, I was robbed by a member of my own guild and denied any form of
compensation. As an Infernal, my own guild labeled me a traitor for
trying to bring unity within our guild. Upon reaching my new Hollowed
form the lands stood in silence, ignoring my presence. Now I remain in
the dark, uninformed about any of my efforts to embody the spirit of
Azudim and embrace my Undoing. I am now exhausted and demand to have
some form of recognition and bring my Undoing unto myself. Until my
prayers are heard I will sacrifice one mortal every month.

Inaeternum

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ios, in the year 185 MA.