Maniac born to dance upon the Grand Stage, Chiriel The Akron Cavalier.

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"My dear Lady Wraith, Every person I try to pluck along a string or every victim I put on display proudly of violence is done in your honor."
"I often wonder, Do you love I? Your faithful Chiriel? My observation of warriors and their might. Making them dance to a macabre tempo as we engage in combat." 
"I took on the mantle of the Cavalier to grow stronger. But eventually I wore this mask to please you and my Lord." 

" In truth, I've come to ponder. When the curtain call finally occurs for me? Will you be there to give me a grand applause?"

"Yet I don't think it's time for me to think about such just yet. For something wonderful has happened to me." 

"A gift I awaited to receive for a decade has come into my hands."

"For years I was inspired by a pyre of hatred. Although they do not dance to your tempo, My dear Lady Wraith, there was much to be inspired by."
"I Chiriel, your beloved, danced to a similar tune. Until today, when I was offered another role, but not by the hands of your Supreme."
"So I may take out those who bear resemblance to the heroes of this land, so I may haunt their nightmares day and night." 

"Now as the next act arrives, I as Chiriel shall become an author and my stage name shifts. For Mortimer has arrived to the scene. The Cavalier will beckon his arrival. For this hatred within me is the greatest inspiration I could ask for. All of the realms in the way of my allies will be forced to sit in the audience. As one by one I call them up on stage to play the roles I see fit. From hero to victim, I hope you find the joy I find in reveling in such emotions, beautiful my dear Lady Wraith." 
"The wait will not be long, for the place I linger will soon move and be moved upon. A wonderful Monolith will be upheld."