The Death That Came To Kranul

I thought I was someone else.  That's the answer, when they ask how I was able to do what I did, for all those years.  I thought... I thought I was someone else.  Someone better.  Someone...

Righteous.

And I was, in a way.  I was filled with righteous fire.  It drove me from bed in the morning, and pushed me through every single day, like a locomotive of unbridled truth.  I knew I was doing the right thing.  It was never really a question of right and wrong for me then, because there was no wrong that I could do.  I had a goal, a mission, and nothing could impede me.  Any impediment was the work of the Adversary, and must be quickly smote from my path.  But there i a difference between feeling righteous and being righteous.

I've asked myself time and time again where I got the power, who gave me the strength to do what I did.  Who was it that filled me with the might to smite all those who stood before me.  It's an answer that I often seek but don't think I really want to find.

An entire city, gone.  Who controls that much power?  Who put it in me, and more importantly... why?  What purpose did it serve, what agenda did it advance?

And why did it take that magnitude of tragedy to show me what I had become.

So yes. That's my... explanation?  It's not an excuse.  There is no excuse for what I did, much as there is no law in any book to punish what I have done.  No punishment worse than I have given myself... nor is there any punishment that can equal my crime.

But at least it's an explanation.  I hope it helps some people understand... and more importantly, avoid my mistakes.  Don't let yourself be deceived.  Know who you are.  Know what you stand for.  And don't let it be... twisted... inside you.  Hate, and Wrath, are not the way.  No matter what anyone tells you.

I know, I know how ridiculous that is.  Life advice from the Death that came to Kranul.  I can't even recommend it.