Dear Shkng Mwng

My dear son do you remember the days way back when, the peaceful atmosphere, the joy of the people and the justice you brought to them. Because I do, I remember the days when I was proud to call you my son, the days I knew in my heart that the next generation was in good hands. I remember telling you about your responsibility to the people and how all my land would someday be yours. I raised you to be just and kind to all people, and as you grew older I watched and grinned in pride as you turned into a man of righteous heroism, and I knew that that fine man was my son the future king. You were meant to rule and have all the people in this land yell your name in joy. You were to rouse the spirits of thousands and have the greatest victory of all, gaining the love of the people you rule so justly. Never once did I see a fault in your judgment. Remember my son the greatest power one could have is restraint, the ability to hold back and know win to forgive. I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that you could. Yes my son I remember the days before things changed before the future of the world looked uncertain. I never thought that in one single moment one sword could change everything. Shkng my son, I unlike so many others remember when your name was not mud and you were not the Lord of Madness. From now to eternity you are not my son, I disown you one hundred times over, for you are not my son! Though by blood we are related, as people we are entirely different. I raised you to be better than this, the day you donned the crown of madness was the day you become nothing to me. You committed, with corruption, countless inhuman crimes against all powers at be, starting that day, the day you came into my thrown room and spilled my blood on my throne, forever disgracing and damning the Mwng name. You are scum on Earth, never in history has any one been half as vile as you, you my son have desecrated all holy things on Earth; setting on your throne watching and driving all people to madness just for the entertainment as if you deemed yourself a god. You arrogant cowardly wretch, your body and soul have became nothing more than madness incarnate. You will atone for your crimes against nature and all the indescribable horrors you gave rise to. My life was only the first of your uncountable murders. Do you hear that my son, it is gathering at your gates, the gathering of your enemies seeking to put an end to your treachery, the Angels scream for justice, the Devils wait in anticipation for their next prisoner. Arm yourself my son, for no matter how much you run and how many abominations of living madness you make you cannot escape justice forever. They will bring all your countless sins crashing down on you, the souls of the billions you have murdered will rise to devour you alive, and when you come and we meet again I will spit all over your wretched body screaming that at long last humanity is free from the madness I helped bring into existence. You are a wretched plague on Earth like no other in that you corrupted all things and aim at the destruction of reality. Sometimes I dream that when the day comes, when the hour of judgment comes, in the very end you will show restraint and make the right decision. Remember this my son, no king rules forever and no throne lasts an eternity With Deep Regret

King Anthor Mwng