Blackout
Rebel Camp
"[i]My[/i] personal vengeance? Look around. Everyone here has lost everything because of The Lords and their Father. It isn't just me that wants them dead." The camp is in agreement with Karnariel. "I want a better world. And a better world is one where they're rotting in the ground."

Shadowhold
Shadow laughs. 
"A better life? Is that what you think his crusade is about?" Shadow stares mournfully into the Gem in his hand. "He lost everything. But it was no fault of mine. Father went to every deity and cosmic being he could find. He offered them a place in his world. Told them of the cost of rejecting him. Not one of them accepted. Gods, kings, and nobility all denied him, even in the face of his miracles. So The Father came to us. The peasants and wretches who had no place in the world. He promised us the power to change reality. Make it better. Who, after suffering our lives, wouldn't accept such an offer?" Shadow sets the Gem down and produces a pipe. He packs tobacco into the pipe and strikes a match igniting the tobacco before extinguishing the small flame with a shake of his hand. 
Shadow places the pipe in his mouth and takes a long drag before exhaling a thick plume of smoke. He offers the pipe to Lexianna as he continues his story. 

"That boy is the son of Karna, The Sun God and Averiel an angel of mercy. Both of whom are now deceased. As The Mystic explains it, any beings not on our plane of existence when Father collapsed the dimensions would have died terrible deaths. A sort of forceful unmaking that tears everything you are apart and grinds it into nothing. I sympathize. I really do. But it was their own fault. Or at the very least just bad karma."

Shadow sighs. 
"But what he wants is vengeful murder and to dismantle the better world we created. I may be deserving but none of the other Lords aren't. They've bettered their societies."