[Ardyn couldn't quite come up with a response to that--now that he thought it over, he really didn't know where he stopped and the Accursed began. He was just 'Ardyn Izunia', the man of no consequence; until now he'd never been entirely sane enough to think that perhaps it was more complex than that.]

[Instead, he focused on the other question, hesitant as he was to answer.]

I was healing the plague, and it was I who was to be leader of the newly established kingdom bearing our name. I can't quite remember the specific details of it all after so long, but I remember that I...was becoming something inhuman. My blood ran black, I neither slept nor ate, I became quicker and quicker to anger and began to drift from feeling the happiness I once did in healing the afflicted.

[Gold eyes turned distant, his voice drifting into something vague and distracted.]

...I remember the very subjects of the Lucian kingdom turning on me. Fearing me as though I were never their savior, but one of the very daemons which the plague spawned. My brother...

My brother pretended to be me. He took my name, acted as though he were savior of the world and future king. He had me executed, and then when I proved something undying he did it again. And again. And again.

Izunia Lucis Caelum stole everything from me. So I destroyed the world that allowed him to do it.