(For... reasons I had to delete this part of the chapter) ;)
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Ixion put down his quill and looked at the nonsensical words he'd strung together from a sense he'd never make.
'Blasted!'
He'd written about how awful a man he was, but Ixion was awesome and venerable!
…
'Ah…'
'I'm tired.'
Nothing had even started. His plans in their nascent state. He'd done little of his necessary, terrible actions.
'But I'm already tired.'
Was Ixion really the right choice for this? The right person for this job?
'Oh, Walker of Fate...'
'What made you choose me to do your bidding?'
Why was Ixion chosen to commit these abhorrent acts?
Why not pick a man already mad?
Why pick the Hollow Crowned King?
Well, he was asking a question he very much knew the answer to…
Hate.
Ixion hated this world, so he wouldn't mind destroying it.
Ixion also hated the Scourge, so why not destroy them too while at it?!
Not to mention…
Ixion possessed the strength to see the world to its end.