Do it... kill him now!
"I don't need your help... I have done fine without you."
You need me.. and you know it. Is that not why you ask for my help?
"You couldn't help me when I needed it most; don't flatter yourself."
Everyday, the black plague within me, that has found itself only harmful to others, grows stronger. Very rarely I call upon its power... but when I do, I know that it thrives upon it. It thrives on the very life it consumes when I use it, and it grows and grows... The amount of priests consumed by shadows increase, and few stick to the disciplinary ways. I feel my mind set of the true teachings is corrupting.
You delay what you know must.. and WILL be done. It is inevitable.
I am always hungry. I kill and eat, and it remains. I don't know if this never ending starvation is common to all undead. I control myself, reminded by the holy that my sanity is the only thing that seperates me from the scourge. I also wondered if all undead felt that same shadow within, and they had to fight it. Was the shadow created by the light that I conjure? Is it just a corrupted part of my mind that remains plagued, never to be removed... often... controlling me?
In my travels, I have learned that as you get closer to the light.. the shadows grow. For this is my motivation. What drives me is the thought that maybe, if I am strong enough, I can use my powers to remove this plague, this hunger... this darkness.
This Curse.