Kro watched the horizon from upon the roof. He looked up, raising his hands to the sky.
"Immortal lords of hatred above, look down upon my mortal corpse, and hear my call. Are you not pleased with the action I have taken upon thy name? Or is it truw that I pray to a hollow, empty expanse that echoes my futile calls? As the prince, I wish to deliver destruction and chaos through my defections, and bathe these wretched souls in a sea of black, hateful death. But with my current position, do you not see my devotion? I tread this path, approaching my final act. I have no doubt that my life will be short, and fruitless. I will fade to nothing, and nobody will miss me. I will die, and I will embrace my fate, and no longer run from it. I can't stand much longer upon these weak husks...
Give me reason. I need something, anything. Otherwise, thats it. I am gone. Dust upon the wind."
A tear fell from his mask.
"Would it matter if I gave it another try? No... I can't change..."
Kro knelt down, removing his mask and covering his face with his hands. The wind upon the roof was strong, and his coat blew in the wind.