Dec 29

I cannot speak for all Death Knights, so I will speak for myself.

There has been some misunderstanding as to why I do what I do. Innocence lost? To hell and back with your innocence. Save others? The environment? Some shiny piece of steel? Don’t make me laugh. I do what I do for one thing: revenge.

It sounds cliche, sure. But what Arthas took from me wasn’t innocence; what Arthas took from me was choice. Under his command, I killed friends, family, and strangers alike. The part of me that would be horrified at those sights is dead now, taken by Arthas, replaced with hatred and cruelty, tools that he used–that I used–to commit atrocities that would make most people vomit in disgust. “Friend” and “family” mean nothing to me now. They taste empty and dry in my mouth, like sand.

And what you people don’t seem to understand is this: I don’t care anymore because I can’t care anymore! And what drives me mad is knowing that I should, but I don’t! I should be sad about what I did, I should bemoan the decisions I made, but I am not and do not because I cannot–and that is why I hate Arthas. All that is left within me is what Arthas put there to make me into the killing machine I am. Hypocrisy doesn’t mean anything to me because I don’t understand anything but what I am now.

Everything I do, I do to bring me closer to Arthas or a minion of the Scourge. Even if I should care about the D.H.E.T.A. and their animals, I don’t–I assist them because the money and provisions they reward bring me closer to Arthas. Even if I should care about the blue dragonflight and the destruction of magic, I don’t–I assist them because another day’s postponement of Malygos’ plan is another day I can spend slaughtering Scourge. I spend my days with the Alliance because they will tolerate me, because I was once human, not because I care one bit about the stupid, insignificant spat between the Alliance and the Horde.

And you ignorantly think I gave myself to Arthas to become a monster by making these choices once I was freed from his grasp? How little you understand. Perhaps you should not speak of things which you could not possibly fathom. The choices I make now–to kill others–Arthas made for me, without my permission, long ago. Now, one thing matters to me, and one thing only, and that is having my revenge. And I will use the tools given to me–even if those tools were given to me by Arthas–to kill, maim, rip, slash, tear, destroy, disease, degenerate, freeze, or skewer anyone who stands in my way.

Because I don’t know anything else. Because I can’t know anything else.

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