I am Keksis, a Captain of the Devils.

I am Taken. My guiding shadow has become formless, my directive is gone.

I know I have one; I cannot remember what it was.

Pinions of [Light] surround me; they are antithetical to my being. I hate them; perhaps an echo of my forgotten directive. I kill them.

I am not the same.

In my disparity, allies of [Light] have imprisoned me. I try to oppose their will, but intense cold has rendered me immobile. Without my directive, I am weak. I acquiesce.

After a time, I find I can hear. It is a new voice; it is many voices.

I will wait. I have taken a new shape.