Vroth'd'nhor, Lord of Darkness.

The recent changes in Your tenebrous heart are, to say the least,
disappointing. You have become an overindulgent "Father," who cannot
discpline His "children" for fear that their perceptions of Him will be
unfavourable, and not based in "Perfect Love and Perfect Trust."

Instead of allowing them to take responsibility for their own actions,
You play the part of a too-willing martyr, eager to take their sins upon
Yourself to "save" them somehow from the consequences of their
foolishness. Frankly, I wonder how Your lot manages to "see" at all
beyond the hallucinatory glow being cast over them, or "hear" over the
flowery words that truly say so very little.

Consider this, then, My final missive to You, until such time as You
wipe the "sleep" from Your star-filled eyes. Our ties are hereby
severed, both personally and professionally... I have nothing but
contempt for what You have become.

-- A'vroth'd'mhal Indrani
A'ro'qith'a'rha'kaalish-qa

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 372 AF.