Reinforcements? I am the reinforcements.

Most men complacently accept ‘knowledge’ as ‘truth.’ They are sheep, ruled by fear. But you are different. Always calm, detached. A smooth flow of thought into action. Indeed…It is almost as if…As if you had no soul. How do you do it? Body and soul are one…yet; yours are separated, like a child from the knight in his storybook.

Warping the minds of men and shepherding the masses has always been your church's domain. You lure sheep with empty miracles and a dead god.

Yet mark your savior well, for he is one of the demons that you so fear.

In my dreams, I see an evil tyrant’s hands, which would choke the world. And he is the only one blind to his own folly.

You have seen demons walk the city streets, heard the cries of the dead and damned. You deny these things? Are they illusions?

A tyrant always dies alone, Guildenstern. Surrounded by silver-tongued leeches, he is utterly alone. He sows sorrow and reaps death.

The body is but a vessel for the soul, a puppet which bends to the soul's tyranny. And lo, the body is not eternal, for it must feed on the flesh of others, lest it return to the dust from whence it came. Therefore must the soul deceive, despise and murder men. - Quoted from A.J. Durai

Mullenkamp is a pack of rogues hiding behind a priest's frock!

All because of this religious freedom! Too much freedom, too many gods. Let those cultist cur-dogs run loose, and they will bite you. Gods! While our Parliament cowers...