Level 1
Some mighty hand has plucked me from the nether hells and thrown me into a strange land. I have never been one to throw away second chances.
This world shall be mine, as it should have been before. Tremble, puny mortals. Tremble before the might and fury of Letiel Bloodmage.
Level 2
I have seen the face of my Lord and Savior, and it is a familiar face indeed. Kiaodan- the King of Demons, the Thief of Souls, the Bodytaker, Dark God of the Nether Hells. Stories are told of Him in the dead of night, for the sound of His Name brings the shadows to cloak It. He has chosen me as His avatar upon this foolish world, and with His Power to strengthen me, I shall vanquish His foes, eat of their flesh, drink of their blood, and commend their pitiful souls to an eternity in His service!
The creatures of this world are strange. I have not seen their like before. All the better for my God. All that I do, I do in His puissant Name. My trophies are His, my gold is His, my body and soul are forever His.
He has gifted me a magical parchment that records my deeds in His Name, and even my smallest thoughts, so that He may judge me and find me worthy or unworthy of His Grace or His Wrath. So far He has granted me visions of His Power and smote His foes through me most mightily.
My God, You know how I yearn for Your holy Touch, and I pray with all my soul that I may satisfy Your every whim and command. Grant me, O Exalted One, the strength to be worthy of being Your champion. Make of me Your perfect tool, Almighty, so that I may not disappoint You. You see my innermost thoughts and You know my devotion, yet still I pray to You in this chronicle, for it is not enough to feel such devotion to You- it must be expressed!
Level 3
My rampage through this impossible world continues unabated. The Almighty Kiaodan guides my every battle and smites our foes with His mighty Wrath. His Fury ignites my very soul and makes of me His scourge and nightmare unto the world.