[Dixonok]

Knock Knock
The armor is tapped from within, somebody tries to reach out.
Can you hear me out there? I'm the one within the armor, the soul locked forever in the sleep like state while my will carries on.
Can you hear my knocks? My memories? I was once like thou, wandering, hoping, crying, filled with joy and pain.
But..why nobody hear me? Art thou deaf? Can't thy hear my pledge for life? 
Let me die...Let me rest...turn me into a Warden...I'm tired.
Hey...
Art thou there? Please..anyone, someone? Why this hatred never go away..
Why you keep attacking me?! Why you keep killing my people?!
Why? WHY?!
THOU CALL ME A MONSTER BUT I WAS LIKE THEE!
~A very faint sound of a soul crying can be heard within the armor~
Where am I..why is everything so dark?
She never stops..but her voice..makes me sleep..at least this way..It doesn't hurt.
Good Night..Esshar...
~The armor awakens. Rest well, my dear Soul..until next time.~
A journal is left within his grave, who knows what might be there.

[Dixonok]

The King walks through the Mire, watching, observing, checking the Denizens. They're safe for now.
On the top of the Highest tree within the Forest, adventurers could see a shadow with black and blue flames at the distance watching while within the armor, he speaks with Darkness herself.

What will you do to them, my Knight?
The same as always. Nyx. Defend us, kill them.
Will you be sad with it?
Why would I be?
You were one of them. You do not pity them anymore?

No. They kill, they murder each other for naught. I tried to live in the land of the living...
Truly...I think that Hel would be better, to dance in the fire forever. 
Maybe I could even finally get some rest.

The cold air around the Mire grows tense. After years, the armor still stands but the soul is growing weaker, both him and Nyx can feel it.

If you rest, they'll be unprotected. What will you do then?
Keep unliving. Trying to keep the Mire in order and protected.
Go, the living await.

Within darkness the armor disappear, with his blade in hand..off to cause more chaos while within his armor. His journal is opened as his soul writes.

[Dixonok]

From the Shadowmire, A dullahan watches. Towering above all, standing on top of one of the trees.
I..The Mire feels empty. Will thee hear me, Mother? 
Only silence...
This..is weird....What is this..?
The gauntlets scratches against the chestplate. What is this..?
Weird..feeling..Loneliness...?
No..it is..impossible..I can't feel naught but..hate? Anger?
Why.....do I miss them..?
I avenged some...So..why?

The silence grows, the Dullahan skull looks around. Searching for them...for their souls.
I...
...
..
Why am I still here?

The Bastion..The King jumps down and hits the ground silently, the skull locks back onto the Mire as he walks back. So many questions left unanswered. So many thoughts within his soul. 
So much time..without hearing the voice of Nyx again. Is he even doing the right thing?