His clawed gauntlets gripped harder on the cleaver's hilt. "Very well. As I have said, I was a Guardian like you, before events led to me being tainted with Darkness by a Hive god. I sought help in ridding myself of it. But when I returned to the Tower, all looked at me like I was an abomination, a parasite to their way of life. They rejected me. Some even went as far as to kill me." A steady pattern of thumps started to be heard, along with ground shaking to each one. "It was then that I realized that the Darkness was not the enemy. The Light is the parasite. I took up the mantle with the Hive and have been part of their crusade ever since." The steady pounding on the ground became more violent, until a large form came into sight, standing to the side of the Dark Guardian. It was one of his Blades, Stronix, Fanatic of Alak-Hul. And as it implied, Stronix was the exact replica of the Dark Blade himself. "You have made your choice." His voice turned to a lower pitch, almost a growl. "Stronix, kill this wretch!"