The infighting amongst the Brotherhood is a necessary culling of the weak. The treacherous and fearful must be purged, leaving only the most devoted and ruthless to serve in Lilith's unholy crusade. I revel in the chaos and bloodshed, for it is a reminder that the chaff must be separated from the wheat before the harvest can truly begin.
I no longer fear the darkness that lies within my own heart. The hunger for bloodshed and suffering has become my guiding star, a beacon that leads me ever closer to the ultimate goal: the annihilation of Sanctuary and the ascension of the Brotherhood of Blood. We will rise from the ashes of this ruined world, reborn as the chosen of Lilith, and our reign will be eternal. Let the rivers of blood flow, and let the world tremble beneath our feet.
My dreams are filled with visions of the coming apocalypse. I see the world bathed in blood, the skies blackened by the smoke of a thousand burning cities. The screams of the dying are like a symphony to my ears, a hymn that sings the praises of our Dark Mother. This world must be cleansed, and I will be the instrument of its destruction.
Brother Eldric's journal was a pitiful testament to his feeble spirit. He spoke of sorrow and regret, of hopelessness and despair. But I see the truth: the weak must perish, and the strong shall rise in their stead. The time of reckoning is upon us, and only those who embrace the darkness shall survive.
The weak-minded fools of Sanctuary cower in fear, their hearts filled with despair. They cling to their false hopes, blind to the truth that the end is nigh. I revel in their suffering, for it is a testament to the power of our Dark Mother, Lilith. Their pain is but fuel for the flames that will consume this wretched world.