Once a serpent, always a serpent.

Don't even talk about being 'good' and 'righteous' anymore. Don't even
try to show us how pretty, pretty your own 'dawn' and 'light' is.

You have been bitten. You have been chosen. Your soul will continue to
rot into oblivion till eternity now that you have chosen to leave us. No
matter how much you may try to wash your hands, your blood has been
corrupted and no rite of dawn will ever cleanse you successfully.

Enjoy the view as the sun continues to go down on you and your
downsliding mates.

Mistral

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Sarapin, in the year 317 AF.