"Seralas and I stood in awe at the crimson stream. The devastation by my hand filled me with a sense of pride. I've always feel accomplished when I introduce others into their eternal slumber. I shed them of their mortal wounds, their time-lined wants, and their ambitious devotions. Seralas feels as I do when it comes to regard the realm of the living. Death is only the beginning and, in itself, another obstacle to dominate. I am the reaper's bane. They call me a Juggernaut because I refuse to fall. I painted the lips of my newfound sister of unlife with the nectar that flows through a mortal's veins. A baptism of sanguine opportunity to march at my side. There will be more blood... and, I will bath this world in it."
--Β Tursidhion's afterthoughts with Seralas.
