Dear Child

[Demitrichan]

Oh Dear child spread the words of the assassin, Kill the enemy with a simple blade tipped with word of the god they dare speak against.
May their blood drip and be forgiven of the sweet edge of steels blade or their lost redemption be payment for the sins they commit.
Yet be warned dear child do not confuse those of innocence, Those of earth's loins
with those of demons word or may you be the same as those of word and receive redemption by the same steel in which you carry.