Archfiend (there is a title, eh?)

I truly do not care your reasons, and your philisophical babblings are
simply whimpers of protest to my ears.

The why is unimportant in this instance.

Tis truly a simple matter.

Raid Cyrene, be hunted for time immemorial until your blood caresses
these lands as payment for your crimes.

That is all.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 519 AF.