No one's disciple.
All is excruciating pain. I breathe fire and Torment. I birth a world of Suffering, to mire and plague. In one fleeting moment, lives come and go; evermoving towards the unknown. And in that fleeting moment, they Cry for the answer to the question: Why, given life, are they meant to suffer, to die? As fragmented, imperfect beings, yours is a neverending quest. A quest to find your purpose, knowing your End is assured. To find the Stren'th to continue, when all the stren'th has left you. To find Joy, even as Darkness descends. And amidst deepest despair... Light, everlasting.