Repent.
Burn.
Perish.
Dumavai.

All adjectives colloquially used be the Light's Crusade.

None of them founded in any modicum of truth, of wisdom, of glory. Yet frequently used with such vigor to represent their might and desire to punish those who deny it. The Light is not a Judge, nor can it denote a collective of loyalists to our Creator subject to the committing of Crimes.

The Crimes you speak of only have one Judge, His name, Dhar.

Lest you forget that His Judgement is the only Judgement which shall matter, for in the Inevitable End, your Light, your Seraphic scripture, your entire purpose, shall be naught. All that will remain will be the burnt pages of cultist mandate and doctrine, to scatter upon the wind and nourish the Earth.

You bear no right to Judge, and your desire to do so will find you wanting. My crimes are known, and when all is done, those of the Argent Watch, those who are loyal to the Creator, and those who served His design, will be forgiven.

Because we never cast our belief to heresy.
We never denied our oaths.
We never fled from our flaws.

From behind the waterfa-
From within the mur-
From beside you right now perusing your pocke-
From within the libraries of the Piou-
From your belltowe-

Everywhere and Nowhere, always watching.
Until the Inevitable End,

Arbiter Ulo

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 15th of Lleian, in the year 511 MA.