From the moment your life began you saw greatness in your own future. Born without foreclaws you walked up the side of Mt. Conquest with confidence and pride. To this day you claim you could see the peak as you fell, but when you did, the holes made by your six-inch retractable hind claws ending just seven feet from the mountain’s base told another story entirely. When Drak found you alone, the sole witness of your failure dead at your feet and the holes you made in the mountain scratched out, he smiled knowing you had failed and asked, “How far did you get?” By tradition, failure of the trial should have been answered by me, but I whispered into his ear. I saved you and in turn you served me well in the long life I granted you. When you died and I called for you to take me up as your own you showed me no hesitation and now you are mine, Aleister Keith Dimir. My Wyyvern’s mark forever wraps tightly around your neck seething with the raw eternity that is me. You are my knight. You are my dreadnautilus. You are my never coming end. You are my lover and I, Death, will always be yours to keep.

-Chastity, Master of the Wyyvern Knights of the End-