Chosen to be evil

I had everything.

Some had nothing. Or very little, at least.

But it makes no difference. My master spreads lies, anything, anything at all to reap souls into the Throes of Doom. The ones that matter here are that villains are either born or created.

Villains are not created, except when they choose so. The petty mortals crumble under the influence we pound into them from every direction...ah yes, we are very good at this business. I've handed out a good few magic rings in my day.

And I know villains cannot be born. I was created before the world even began. I watched it come into being. I was created good. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, the mortals are too, only they have deep flaws in their nature, courtesy of my master's brilliance, of course. I was there, you see. I listened, I heard the most powerful of us all sing, and knew, one day, when I could, I would go. I had chosen.

So many tell you, 'you chose poorly.' I mean, I know. Have I? But there is no turning back for me--a couple from our ranks left and a couple joined but now the cut off has come. The fates of us and our brethren are sealed.

As for me, (my favorite subject) I had grace, I had status (the most powerful of all the Ero'a) I sang amid the stars with my old master, the lady of music. I was perfectly content. I had a family, I had friends, including the boy who became the prince of all of those upstarts, I even had a beautiful girl.

Buuuuuuuuuut the most powerful of us sang, offered us a place in his rebellion, and I accepted. I left everything behind and now every one else has what I don't have. Even the mortals have gifts we pure spirits lack.

Destruction and mocking to the Maker, since we cannot hurt him directly, but we sure as hell destroy his creation. Oh, and his creatures too--those little mortals have a choice, and we make sure they make the wrong one.

- Mordred