I am Yossarian. I was once of the Cavaliers and my heart's blood is Thakrian born. But greatness in my younger years came at a price for I did sell my soul to the Diabolus... like the picture of Dorian Grey I am as you see, an ageless paradigm; and yet the cross on my helm's frontispiece seems black. It is not the black of a face in shadow but far worse: it is a void-colour; it is the emptiness within; it is the price I didst eventually pay... The only taste and sensation the Evil One leaves to succour my eternity of keymastery is a moment's bliss felt briefly and only at the moment I slay...
