In the darkest chambers of his study a masked man takes out a quil to write:
At last my revenge was done, the death of the man who killed my brother. It was sweet feeling the snapping of the neck of that fool in the arena in front of my peers to watch in awe of my greatness...my hand did the deed and that fool of a host could not stop me, trying to order me to let grendel the man who dare to strike down the rightful heir of my family live. Even though by the hosts very rules that any who enter the arena can deal with the conflict any way seems fit.
Of course I had to pay the price, the sword wounds on my right side does ache as I write the events of history which is to be known when I too am destroyed by my rivals or my dark master the lord of ambition calls for me. Even now I can hear his voice on the wind telling me I am worthy to be his high priest, to make a shrine in his name and on my death I will serve him as his right hand showing the way to the next generation that love, joy, and mercy are terms of fools while betrayal, revenge, greed are the vices that one must remember to live as a god. Of course one must suffer for greatness I lost much being married to a woman who I know is not the one I lusted for and both of us plan the other's death. To think at one time I was going to show my wife the sounds of my dark master but that is not the case, she speaks to Castilla claiming that they are just friends and allies. But I know better my wife is using Castilla to her own ends whatever plan that is and then will throw away into the flames, I will not allow that to happen to one such as I, for my future is much brighter in the night than that common whore!
My body has now suffered as has my pride as the price for my revenge. That toothless cur took his shot on my weakened state which still suffered from my duel and unarmed and punished me with his fists or should I say claws and howling his victory over my shattered body taking away the most wonderous thing away from me: My beauty...I cannot bare to look into a mirror to see what is left of my face. That wolf made his one mistake he let me live and every time I remember what was done to me it will strengthen me more that I will make his whole family suffer for what was done to me! My dark master will show me the ways and I shall bring forth judgement on his whole house while their screams will be wonderous music to my ears. Now it grows late and the candle is almost at an end, I must rest and prepare for my long voyage begins soon.