Volk's Wrath

Dialogue

There... It is done. Wh-why...? To liberate the weak. What? N-no, I... Urk! Urgh... The mayor was murdered?! After all he did to make this village prosper... Who would do this? It ain't just this village. Mayors, lords, and other big-timers are gettin' offed left and right these days. Hmm... Didn't we just hear about a pastor who was killed as well? Could the same person be responsible? Could be, yeah. Whoever they are, they seem to be targeting the virtuous. But why? I dunno, boss, but it stinks to high heaven. I'll take a look around the area, see if I can't dig up a few clues. Thank you, Ranzal. Be careful. Somethin' about this don't feel right. I've got a major case'a the heebie-jeebies... ...Huh? All right, who's there?! Show yer face, ya coward! My identity is not important. For I know exactly who you are...Ranzal. Son of a lord. Heir to Saint Lotier. A burly, weathered mercenary. And now...a military commander for New Alberia. Privileged of birth. Privileged of body. Privileged of friends. Irremissible. IRREMISSIBLE! Ngh! Privilege is...an unforgivable sin. Those who bear it trample on those who do not. And that... That I cannot overlook. Do you hear me, Ranzal? DO YOU HEAR ME?! I hear ya, but you're not makin' any damn sense! I...am Volk. And I am sick. Sick with WEAKNESS! For what is weakness...but a disease? A rampant one. It is spread like a plague by those born under its heavy yoke. Surely even you can see that? I'm tellin' ya, bub, you're not makin' a lick of sense! You... You just happened to be privileged. Happened to not catch the sickness. That really is all there is to it. But cheating sickness is a sin most vile— for it is a product of privilege. And now, Ranzal, you must repent. You...and Zacharias both! Hold on, what's my dad gotta do with this?! He will be made to suffer my disease. As...will YOU! Hyaaah! Urk! Ranzal, are you all right? Euden, stay back! This cat's no joke! Euden... The seventh scion of Alberia... Who are you? Are you the one responsible for the recent string of murders?! Yes. This...is salvation. For the weak. You're outta your gourd! The folks what you've been killin' are the ones tryin' to SAVE the damn weak! You were born to privilege. You will never understand. Do you think the weak yearn for strength? Such is the depth of your privilege. The weak wish only to SHARE their weakness! They want everyone to wallow with them in squalor and irrelevance! You think that justifies murder?! That this is some crusade for those less privileged?! That's not justice! Heh. Heh heh... Ha ha ha ha ha! HAAAAA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA! What's so damn funny?! Aha ha... Ha... What do you know of justice, prince? What do you know of hardship? What COULD you know?! I know what's right. We shall see. Huh? The hell's goin' on?! Did he just create some sort of spacial distortion?! Who ARE you?! I am... WE are...fangs. For those without. We are AGITO! Agito...? Now, feel my blade of purgation!