Raven’s crime.

The day I died I heard god laughing, violent, thunderous laughter that could only come
From a deity mocking your very soul. The prophet had spoken and I had walked from one trap into another. one by one to the amusement of many I played the games and lost in spectacular fashion.
“If you seek love you shall find it. If you desire glory it will be had. If it would be peace, then peace can be yours.”
I listened to this man, this broken prophet. And believed his tail. Bought this fantasy, and embarked on my journey, the journey that led me here bitter, betrayed, damned and dead.
  Was this some sort of punishment, my own personal curse for who I had become? Having never been a godly man, I often invoked the name in either mockery or contempt. Perhaps it was a part to play as I stumbled into this role unknowingly, as if a fish caught in a net just one of hundreds. No matter, the broken prophet knew what he was doing and therefore knew I would play my part blindly and foolishly. 
    It d doesn’t really matter why I took the bait. I wondered ever forward seeking the destiny I had been promised, seeking my glory my honor marching toward what he led me to believe was fortunate.