I have walked the paths; the shadowed roads that let to Terror's breast. I have plumbed the depths of Hatred's womb and scaled Destruction's crest. For every secret left unveiled, for every power learned, i'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless how it burned. And still i sought a higher wisdom few could have attained. Though i found it, it would leave me - broken, damned and drained. For now i find this power gained is more unto a curse. My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverent verse. Despite this strength and knowledge earned, i have paid a heavy toll. Never should've traded power for my own immortal soul.