You grew up in riches ... I grew up in poverty. You lived on the mountain of the gods, I lived in the slums of the dirtiest city.
My mother was a whore, and she was met by the god in the night,
not knowing who he was. He raped her, left her and I was born unwanted and unloved ... But I knew what I was. I knew what I could be. I saw the way the rich men threw poor into the gutters, in saw the murder in mortal's eyes. I saw my half siblings worshipped as gods as I suffered, and they kill each other in bloody contests. I saw brother kill brother, the poor man best the rich man to death and I learned. I learned all mortals are sick.
All mortals deserve to be left alone and to die.
But you my brother, the one who is supposed to be above us all ...
I have seen you play around with these things. I have seen you test them, laugh at them, but also respect and even caress them. I have seen the ... Goodness you spread and I am sickened by you, brother. I came to this world because I had no where else to go anymore. Our father said, "Either give up your godhood or go to another world," when he saw me killing all the other siblings we had, and I chose move. So he sent me here, and I hoped to find you cursing these cruel creatures for what they are. But ...
Brother, oh brother. You have gone to far. Playing god, giving hope ... This cannot be. You play with mortals too close and must learn. Learn of me, learn that I have been watching for fifteen years now, waiting. And now I strike.
My name is Vardrexis, son of Ansaldo, the One God of Ansaldo's world, and I am here to shut down your empire
