The Righteous Devil form isn’t merely a martial art, but a spiritual reckoning. When you draw on this art, you’re pulling from that turmoil deep down, from all the sins you’ve ever committed, and all the sinners you’ve ever reckoned with. All that roiling guilt and anger and painful understanding refined and channeled into the flame of your soul, of your weapons.
It took me years to even begin to master it…and it almost destroyed me. Only one who can understand their own sins can channel what it means to be not only a Devil, but a Righteous one.
- Memoirs of Kalara Vadras, The Uncrucified, RY 800.
I wonder sometimes if I would even recognize myself back then. I still remember the soft light of Gem’s crystals and the teeming underground marketplace that never slept. As a slave of Iblan, I was dressed in attire to represent the household of my master, an aging master goldsmith.
I owned no finery of my own, not even the bangles I wore which served as an example of Iblan craftmanship for all to see and admire, for even their slaves must convey everything about their stature as Gem’s famed goldsmiths. Instead of gems sewn into my shawl as any fine lady of Gem might own, mine was painted and embroidered to mimic gems. I was a pale imitation of what a noble Iblan lady might be.
- Memoirs of Kalara Vadras, The Uncrucified, RY 800.