Curse of Undying Hatred

Kirai having stood obediently by in silence as his judgement was delivered, would now raise his eyes to the crowd arrayed before him. His eyes having grown jaundiced, his skin taught, and his body bruised and scarred but showing no fresh wounds.

His eyes scan over the crowd arrayed here, his eyes that betray the facade of a man already dead. His eyes burning with an internal hatred that might rival the flames of those stars burning in the heavens above.

"My last words...?" He'd muse for a moment.

And then, he'd smile. A small, wicked little smile. A smile that might haunt the dreams of those who had come to see him die, come to witness his end...

It was a smile that should have been on the face of a man that had tasted victory in battle. Not a man who was now condemned to death.

"Yes, I suppose I have a few last words..." He'd begin, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath.


"Hear my words, and heed them well you vile and forsaken cowards! Knights of the First Light! Worshippers of Flame and Void! Filth-Blooded Nobles!"

"Hear my words, all those that lord themselves over this city and it's people! Tyrants and Fools that you are, you have brought me low, and I am left only to beseech the darkest powers that be that one day, all the world and all who look upon your rotting hearts, shall see the filth I saw!"

"That your truth, the disgraceful and wretched nature you dare conceal, be laid bare! That the foundations of this city shake themselves apart, and all your knights, and all your priests, and all your kings are crushed amongst it's bones!"

"My body may die here...! But my hate, my rage, my regret and that of all those that have died where I stand... That shall live on, and I give my life freely, I curse my soul to never join your loveless stars, so that it may haunt you all and that it may return to Osruna one day as a Demon of Vengeance to reap your wretched souls!"

(Kirai Kurokaiyo)