4/27/365
It’s finally over… After all this time, all this suffering, Aldair is dead. The man who has caused so much of my pain, so many of my struggles has finally met the fate he deserved to encounter nearly four years ago. I wish I had access to reeve files to know the extent of what he revealed to them, what crimes he committed that were not made known. Yet even without that access I can sleep peacefully knowing the man shall no longer cause pain to anyone. I did not hide my glee at his hanging, infact I made it very aware. So many in the crowd showed remorse, or regret… it made me sick to see this. These fools who allowed themselves to be swayed by the silver-tongued serpent that was Aldair. I won’t deny it, that man had a way with words. I imagine if we had unleashed him onto the daravi sultanate, he would have been able to end the war by words alone, or he would have become the next leader of the daravi, it’s really a fifty-fifty situation.
I wonder how many people in this city looked back upon hearing Casimir’s crimes and realized what a fool they were for buying into his lies. Since the day Grand Inquisitor Guy dul Fitzwillyam felt it proper to spare Casimir’s life, under the assumption that the man was free of taint, which we know now to be a complete and utter lie, I have been one of the few who actively spoke out against Casimir Aldair and tried to warn others of his treachery and that he was no different from when the demon Rexus Azadar possessed him. So many of the current city officials called me paranoid, that I was merely trying to tarnish Aldair’s name, that I was holding a grudge… so many excuses for their own ignorance were given. Yet now I can look at them, knowing that while they may not like to admit it, that I was in the right, that I did not get played by Casimir Aldair, that I was one of the few not swayed by his words and that I saw through his ruse. It may have cost me my position as Earl Marshall, but as Dav as my witness, I finally have my revenge. I only hope now that those who called me crazy will have the decency to admit they were wrong.
But even with the sweet taste of revenge upon my tongue, I find myself tasting something bitter as well. By Casimir dying I’ve also lost a major driving force in my life. My hatred for Aldair was perhaps the most prominent thing keeping me motivated, giving me a reason to continue fighting despite what everyone said. With him gone I find myself questioning what to do next. I mean I’m still a knight but being a knight only gives so much motivation, you can only fight so many mages and demons in the name of sacred duty. At the end of the day what does a knight have to truly fight for? For me I had the will to see Aldair pay for his wrongs… that motivated me to keep fighting, and to ensure I lived long enough to see it. And alas I have lived to see it, and it was a glorious thing, but it has left a void that needs to be filled inorder for me to be at my most effective.