[And Izunia... gets a far away and terrible look in his eyes.]
Believing him a daemon, I tried to destroy him myself. ...Thirty six times.
[His arm drops away, because he wouldn't blame Astolfo for just... leaving, after that admission. There's a lot packed into the concept of thirty-six presumably-violent fratricides.]
When that didn't work, we locked him away where he could do less damage. By the time he managed to escape, 'The Accursed' was already a figure of myth, the world at least somewhat warned, though even that would be mostly forgotten by the time the actual Chosen King, who would give his life to destroy the Starscourge, was born.
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Believing him a daemon, I tried to destroy him myself. ...Thirty six times.
[His arm drops away, because he wouldn't blame Astolfo for just... leaving, after that admission. There's a lot packed into the concept of thirty-six presumably-violent fratricides.]
When that didn't work, we locked him away where he could do less damage. By the time he managed to escape, 'The Accursed' was already a figure of myth, the world at least somewhat warned, though even that would be mostly forgotten by the time the actual Chosen King, who would give his life to destroy the Starscourge, was born.