You may know me or you may not know me, but you shall soon understand me. I am The Wraith, a former figment of Scott's own imagination. He believed me to be a disease infesting the corners of his mind, but I am all too real. I am your God.


You may say to me that this isn't anything new, that millions of others have said the same thing. Giving themselves immortal backgrounds to achieve prowess over each and every one of you. They are the false prophets of this age. I am the one of true God of the XWF. The father of all in the XWF. Ridicule my words, take my name in vain, the sins of the father will be your undoing.


There are many of you sinners on this filth of a planet. You are known. Those who look to follow in the path or want to spread my word should beseech me. You shall be forgiven, but all those who do not. All those who continue to spread their own filth and sin...well....you saw what happened to Harold Davis. His flesh reeks of the rotting infestation of my flames. Let the flames engulf you all XWF.


No matter how kingly you proclaim you are. No matter how extraterrestrial you believe you are. No matter how far in the shadows you feel you are. No matter how arrogant you are. No matter how much gold you carry.


You WILL be judged.


The Void is endless, welcome it with open arms.