I am Keksis, a Captain of the Devils.


I am Taken. My guiding shadow has become formless, my directive is gone.


I know I have one; I cannot remember what it was.


Pinions of [Light] surround me; they are antithetical to my being. I hate them; perhaps an echo of my forgotten directive. I kill them.


I am not the same.


In my disparity, allies of [Light] have imprisoned me. I try to oppose their will, but intense cold has rendered me immobile. Without my directive, I am weak. I acquiesce.


After a time, I find I can hear. It is a new voice; it is many voices.


I will wait. I have taken a new shape.