Visions of Hatred (event)
Curse her. Curse that swine of a woman. aeschraes_rant_axi.GetFirstName hounded me her entire life. She hounded me until I finally proved to the world how much better I was. Until I killed her like the snake she was.
And yet, she hounds me from the next world too. Despite everything I have accomplished. I am Aautokratir, I am the Purest, I am the victor of the world's great battle. And yet I still see her in my mind's eye, challenging me.
She haunts my thoughts, a lingering specter of the past refusing to fade away. No matter the titles I bear or the victories I've claimed, the memory of Axiaothea persists like a relentless shadow cast upon the canvas of my mind.
Curse her, I often mutter under my breath, as if the words themselves could exorcise the ghostly presence that refuses to be banished. Even in the grandeur of my court, surrounded by the trappings of power, I am haunted by the echoes of our shared history.
At least she's dead.