[quote]"Huh?" A sigh was heard upon the dojo wall, with a pilot looking at the Balrog. "Really?"[/quote] The Balrog looked up, its skin began to grow as the warmth of a fireplace. "I have been given a glimpse into what lies in wait for me and the end of the road of destruction and fear. Destruction begets destruction. I wish to repent. I wish to exist in opposition to what I have become. To undo, as possible, what I have done. "I have been humbled by the lowest, most neglected, and most abused of my slaves. That man there," the Balrog pointed at the figure behind him, who seemed to be staring blankly into the night in the opposite direction. "I peered into is mind through my shadow, seeing him as he really was. Behold, my lowest slave, whom that figure had swiftly beheaded, appeared before him. Then more beings and creatures emerged, from where I can only scarcely imagine. They were phantoms of the dead. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Then millions more. All grotesque from the effects of destruction at that figure's hand. They blinded him. They weighed him down. They were as a plague to his soul. He struggled against them, powerful as ever. But they were countless. He, the embodiment of destruction, wrought his own defeat: as he destroyed constantly, he was cursed to constantly destroy. He is consumed by his own destruction. How he will overcome this obstacle of mind and spirit, I do not know. "But, I want no part in that fate. I heard the voice of my fallen slave whisper to me in my mind. He... he said I have hope. That I must turn from my destruction and seek out the pure purpose of fire and shadow." The Balrog bowed deeply to the pilot. It's flames died down to liken that of glowing embers. "Please, accept me into your walls."