[ Most couldn't forget that vile monstrosity once they'd seen it. They'd made certain he wouldn't, with how deeply they'd carved the scars, mental and physical. How they'd destroyed his face, everything that was once beautiful, shattered it into nothing.

No, this man wasn't Deathwing. It was only a shell, a transparent means to a far greater end. ]

Perhaps they will grace this planet with their presence before that day comes. [ Purposely vague. He won't be tipping his hand entirely yet. ] Perhaps not. But I am pledged to carry out their will in their stead, whatever the case.

You ask what it is I expect, why it is I exist... it is to live and die in their service. For the time of my heroism has long since past.

Now, only chaos reigns.