"Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now, therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little."
"Once the lord of light banished dark, and all that stemmed from humanity, and men assumed a fleeting form. These are the roots of our world. Men are the props on the stage of life, and no matter how exquisite, how tender, å LIE WILL REMAIN A LIE... No one has come this far, not for a very long while... Young hollow. Do you wish to shed this curse? Young hollow, there are but two paths- inherit the order of this world, or, destroy it... But only a true monarch can make such a choice, very few indeed have come this far, and yet your journey is far from over..."
"Many monarchs have come and gone. One drowned in poison, another succumbed to flame. Still another slumbers in a realm of ice. Not one of them stood here, as you do now. You, conqueror of adversities. Give us your answer."
"There is no path. Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark... what could possibly await us? And yet, we seek it, insatiably... Such is our fate."
"Light? Dark? Or something else entirely?
Peace grants men the illusion of life. Shackeled by falsehood, they yearn for love, unawere of its grand illusion. Until, the curse touches their flesh. We are bound by this yoke. As true as the dark that churns within men."