Dearest Mathiu

While your words are passionate, I must clear your draft of flaws. I do
not put forth any Divine meaning by my title. It is not to signify any
Order membership nor a liking to one. I've never stated anything to give
you the impression of this.

Your post is a simple attempt at drawing attention away from the fact
that while you sit within a newsroom thinking of witty responses, I
defile His shrines into oblivion and cast your truths into darkness.

I have been merciful until now. But you drive me to release my slight
moral inclination to be nice.

I am saddened to hear that you think poorly of me for spending time
within my city, not actively destroying the Order you attempted to
defend with such gallant a news post. I can only apologize and promise
to not disappoint in the coming months. For you see, my beautiful
friend. My actions thus far have been hindered by the attempted
immobilization of a truedisfavour.

Learn your place Mathiu, this is a new age. Here and now, I am exactly
who I say I am. And your attempts thus far to spin my words have failed.

Warlord Isabella Iscariot, the Reckoning.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ultio, in the year 517 AD.