Leonce,

You crow of blood and malice.

You boast of strength and resilience.

You proclaim mastery of battle.

These are not things for you to brag of, fanged menace, for none of these traits you ascribe to your empire are truth. They are an illusion designed to hide the weakness within your dead hearts. They are but smoke and mirrors arranged to conceal the dark rot that festers within your minds and gnaws at your wounded souls. The praise you heap upon your craven masters is the grand delusion of a pompous imagination, the blather of victories secured by subterfuge, treachery, and betrayal - fitting bedfellows indeed for the champions of life.

Such is the way of evil: delusional debasements and the sacrifice of all integrity, of all morality.

With every word, you speak of the eternity achieved by your blasphemy - an eternity you shall spend dwelling upon your sin as you smoulder within an inferno of righteous fire. Where you claim a legacy of relentless ambition and dark might, the world knows the truth of things: you and your ilk are a damned people, too infatuated with Artifice and profanity to ever be worthy of repentance. The Host's determination is boundless, our conviction beyond the constraints of death, and we shall chase you to the ends of the earth to ensure that you burn for your crimes. Our cause is holy, our eternal crusade justified by the necessity of evil's extermination.

Since the Age of Despair, we have stood against that which befouls our realm. For centuries have we held dear the promise of the Dawn, and for centuries shall we fight if we must. It is the destiny of this realm to know the grace of Her Light, just as it is yours to crumble to ash before Her majesty. There shall be no mercy offered to you, for you have long since forsaken it in pursuit of your nightbound delusions.

For you and any alike to you, Leonce, there is only the pyre.

At least then, when your remains become ash that nourishes the land, you can gratify your newfound allies one last time.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 18th of Chakros, in the year 510 MA.