[creed] ((Public Post))

[ghostmeta]

I am born of light and bile, tempered by the agonies of steel fire. I have been burned and suffocated for the sake of my calling, smothered in the maw of my intercessors.

I am not alone.

I shape the world with my very breath; my footsteps shatter giants. I know the gods but I know no others; among men, I am alone.

I travel paths no others may glimpse; my feet are as hot coals to the river, such is my presence among the earth's salt.

I am marked, as my forefathers are so marked. I am no brother to men; our blood sanctifies and preserves us, unified, a nature apart.

The world speaks and I listen. I have no other fate but this. No other destiny works through my hands.

I am called.

This is the first principle of destiny: all that is, is not what is true. What is asked for is not hat is given; what is seen is not what is.

This is the second principle of destiny: those who wait hold the keys to that which waits at the end of all things.

This is the third principle of destiny: that which is true often lies passionately.

Now I am made; and none shall unmake me, save that which I foretold on the day of my first Death.