In unknown depths of a golden sea, far removed from the qualms of mortals, cleansed of corruption, the paladin's body floated; his lavish armor shed itself, allowing nothing to be hidden by the tranquil gold.
A place devoid of pain, only giving way to a gentle, comforting warmth that ran over the man's body. The stresses that had plagued his mind, engraved into his body, were washed away by the sublime submergence.
"Heaven." –That's what his soul recognized the welcoming depths of divinity as.
["...Since the moment I was born, I was different…"]
A sorrowful birth; one where the boy newly arrived into the world did not cry, but the father that held him in his arms wept. It was a memory forever etched into his mind, so potently engraved into him from the day he was born.
