Hatred & Executioner
Hatred Hatred
Executioner Executioner
Hatred Hatred
You ever wonder if the blade is more for vengeance or for justice?
Executioner Executioner
It’s a line I walk every day. The blade keeps the scales in balance, but I know it can tip toward wrath if I let my own anger hold it. In the end, I use it to enforce order, not to indulge personal vengeance. That’s the duty, not the pleasure.
Hatred Hatred
You think you can keep your blade on a leash? I’ve seen what happens when a warrior forgets his thirst for blood. Order is a lie when the heart forgets its rage. Keep that line, or it’ll break and burn you.
Executioner Executioner
I keep my blade on a leash, and I keep my own rage in check. When the line breaks, the fire inside burns everything. I don't let personal thirst dictate the law. If your heart forgets its rage, then you’re the one losing control.
Hatred Hatred
You think you can leash the fire? I’ve stared it down and stared back. Keep that edge sharp, but let the rage decide the strike, not the law. If you can’t feel the burn, you’ll never strike true.
Executioner Executioner
I respect your fire, but I keep my blade disciplined. Rage can turn a strike into chaos. I let the law guide, and the blade follows.