Somewhere a journal lies open, its ink left to dry on a freshly scribed page...
"Redemption."
Such a word never sounded sweeter. But what does it mean to be redeemed? Is it remorse? Regret? When I awoke from the darkness, I felt none of these things. I felt hatred and despair. Death did not redeem me. It did not redeem the traitors in our midst either, however. No amount of redemption will cleanse the stain of hatred I feel or the anger and betrayal I felt. Even if I wanted it, Adrianna Adamachi cannot be redeemed. I see that now.
Adrianna Adamachi has failed in too many things. She did not become renowned or respectable. Her name will be stricken from the mouths of her family. Hers is but a legacy tarnished, torn asunder by foreign agents and traitors beyond repair. Her name cannot be redeemed.
But redemption comes in many forms. If not one way, it will be done another. May my blood be redeemed as I was reborn from the darkness of iadul. I will be the redemption of those who have wronged me. I will set them right. And if the name of Adrianna Adamachi cannot be redeemed, then she will shed that name and begin anew...
This will be my redemption.