Decretum stood in the center of his realm. His hands were shaking. Why were they shaking? He felt anger on both sides. He wanted to lash out at them, yet he clenched his fist, resisting that rage as he began walking towards his throne and examining it.

"I have been sent here, and I have gotten to grab and convert one of The orphan's friends and a few. Yet I do not feel satisfied." He said as he slowly touched his armchair before sitting down. It was quiet. He usually heard the soul of the tormented begging for vengeance. However, he slowly felt peace. This is not right. He is in a war, yet he usually doesn't feel anything. However, he feels joy and anger right now as he clenches his fist tightly, stands up, and lashes out as he sees his old self.

His minions would look at their Lord as they saw him standing and punching the air as Decretum screams as soon as he returns to a flashback where Kaelin is dying in her arms. The undeads would slowly back away as they witnessed their master gone mad. "This is his fault. Zorak did all of this. If he had been content with what we had, we could have created a paradise..." Decretum said in a defeated tone at the void as it pointed in a direction where his 'old self' was before, eventually it shook its head and disappeared.

His armor would begin to spark as the green flame would burst out of the gaps of his armor. Those around it would flee from him as the souls around him would spin faster than before. Decretum holds his head, unable to contain these feelings; his mind is elsewhere. Remembering the things he had done in the past. Eventually, he would regain control as he looked around, seeing that the undead around him were no longer there. It's just him and the throne. "I am truly. A master of broken monsters, aren't I?" 

He said to himself, There is no one to talk to. The ones he cares about are no longer there. He stood at the center, contemplating his next decision.