"Said the Artist to the Player 'What can you do for me?', and the Player, he chucked, and replied 'My music, kind sir. 'Tis the finest you will hear, only inferior to your spirited melodies'.
Said the Artist to his Creation 'What can you offer me?', and the Creation, filled with cold experience, simply explained 'I will test those that would seek you out, and kill you. You may have the joy of freeing them, Master. I would have no lesser warrior becoming immortal'
And one came; the Son of the Tyrant-King, and he smote the Artist as he did his Father. And as the Artist fell, the Tyrant-King's Son left, in the false belief he had won. 'Twas the true beginning of the end for Purgatory"