You see to protect and heal the flickering Mocs. How ving noble of you my child Fear hate Those are the only flowers your compassion may you get that weapons ready. Leave me alone Who are you stay back? Where did it go and your bonds, my child unlove your past and embrace your new nature and once more be reborn, the vigor in their blood is all you need. We will crush this me through the boys. Submit to your hunger or resistant, but remember mortals are now your prey and you my child, then mortal and more. It is the curse of the gods. It is the hunger in you the need for blood the will to strike and to punish. To spit in the eye of God.