The wealth and strength of this demon is the truth.
His journey lies in the revelations made.
His karma will lead to joy.
Destruction needs the frozen harvest.
In the hunt, chance will give sway to protection
And victory through courage.
He will become speed, his very self, through intuition,
Finds harmony, finds home.

I don't claim to know with absolute certainty about anything that I am not absolutely certain of. To kill beauty, love, happiness and the light itself is to destroy the only reason the forces of Good have to exist. What is left, then, but suicide in combat with an equal or stronger foe? It has been recorded. It has happened before. The Eldest must detest watching the same play repeat itself. What news would I bring to them? Unknown fights. Cross-overs. Convergence. After that? Unknown fights. The Eldest must detest watching us wait patiently like this. Boredom is not my enemy, Stranger, it is yours.