>>5761190"His ignorance showed in his actions, he would revert several of the unanimously approved changes to the government if not for my intervention. The people would respect me in a far grander fashion than him, and though my role was merely as a councilor, it was clear to all that I was the ruler pulling the strings. I did not mind it, in fact, I was still honored to help Heinrich in any way that I could. Be it through fighting or commanding, I was forever indebted to him and his father's generosity. I already had a wife and a daughter to raise at the time, Life was filled with love, and that love blinded me to the envy seeping in Heinrich's heart."
"I could never see it coming, yet the red moon looming over me should be a sign of what was to come. When he invaded my house hold that night, I treated is as a casual meeting between old friends. I greeted him unarmed, while several soldiers were outside my house, I only suspected they were aiming at me after they fired their shots. I tried to defend myself, but the protests and screams of my young daughter alerted the guards, and when she tried to reach for me, they mercilessly killed her and my wife, without a second thought."
"After that... All I saw was red. The feelings of despair I felt cannot be put into words. And while the dark amulet my daughter played with was only treated as a toy by all of us, I soon learned that it was a portal for the lords of the netherworld to seize the opportunity to transform me into who I am today."
"But the God Hand only appears to those who have something to sacrifice... If your wife and daughter were dead, who else was there who could be important enough for you to--" Your question was interrupted by yourself, realizing Locus still respected Heinrich and his soldiers enough for him to be a sacrifice to his ascension in power.
"From that day forward, I only devoted myself to the causes I deemed fair. The town was soon occupied by Kushan. My lineage, my legacy, all were undone, and I had no intent on keeping it alive. Not even when the king asked me to participate in the hundred year war, I pledged allegiance again. Whenever I served someone for too long, I reminded myself of who I was, of the betrayal I could never forgive. I let the legend of the moonlight knight speak for itself, for the figure of the imortal Locus is just one of an apostle who still manages to bear the face of a human."
You drop your weapon as you hear a story faintly similar to yours. Staring at him is like being shown a mirror to what could have been of a Vlad born from Jacopo and MIchelle Santana, instead of Sivir and Hedwyn. For the first time, you see an apostle who appears to be regretful, ashamed even, to become the monster he knows he truly is. yet in this chessboard of the God Hand, A pawn will forever remain a pawn, and a knight will remain a knight.
