The poor, old fool. With the final passing of my sentence, he banished me to Midgard in the hopes of learning from my so-called crimes. I am not his son, and he is not my father; my family is nonexistent, and my desire for mayhem has not diminished. Chaos fuels my heart, however black it may be. As absolutely far as I have fallen, even I know you cannot fix a crooked mind such as mine.
