A river of blood flows from the knife wound in my side. There is chaos outside as people steal from me. These loyal subjects of mine were traitourus swine and when I regained control they would all die.

My war bride stands above me, her hands red from the deed she has done. I have given her everything and in return she gives me death.

“So even my wife betray’s me.” said I
“A man who kills so many has no wife!”
“Heathens gain no tears from me. Your father was a fool to have opposed me and now you shall share the same fate.”
“If my fate is death, then I know it will not be at the hands of you! In your blackened heart do you feel no sadness for what you’ve done.” she said.

Her face has become fuzzy and I know my time is near.
“I raised an army from a group of herders. I fought the Gods and earned their respect. My people became a civilization the likes will never be seen again. Those that died fighting me now sleep in a blazing hell. Those that defy me will die,for the Gods worship me.”