What home is this?
A tainted corpse plucked clear by famished vultures, wrapped in gold and fine silks.
An empire rotted from within. And a ruthless tyrant calling himself a merciful emperor?
Mercy. Mercy. Heh. Mercy is a word they swear by, a lie that keeps on being told to us so we will fight their wars and die with honor.
But what do we get in the end?
A broken home and the defilement of what remains.
So, mercy upon you. Bastards. For in this world, the only true mercy is the sweet kiss of death.