Yes, you know me. Yes, I have lived among you for many years, biding my time, waiting for the right moment to start, to set the gears in motion; to strike. I resided among you and, in that time, saw how true my convictions always were; how thick the chains binding you remain. Thus, I can rightfully say that I intend to begin a war of liberation. A war in which the wronged will rise to rule, a war in which we will crush those beneath us and rally with those who share our righteous cause; a war in which the puppeteer's strings will be cut and, finally, balance will be achieved. The Broken covenant will wage this war and even Zeus, in all his power and might, cannot halt the inevitable march of freedom and progress.
Why do I feel so strongly? Why do I dare lead this crusade? Because I, like many of you, have been wronged! By simply presuming to desire a god's consort my dreams were shattered upon the sharp rocks of reality. Ariadne, consort of Dionysus, was the woman I loved and do not get me wrong; I expected denial from the beginning. Yet, what I received was beyond anything I could have imagined. When my love was returned by his chosen bride the wine god demanded immediate vengeance and Zeus answered with the mightiest of storms. My mother, Hebe, came to my defence and deflected the blast and yet, that was not enough. My mother, being weak among the gods in terms of power, was forced to dole out my pre-determined punishment.
I suppose this appeased some gods’ sick sense of justice. I will never know. I will never understand why they descended to such depravity; why they denied me the only thing I had been forever promised and held most strongly in my grasp. My youth, being my pride and joy, was taken from me and replaced by a body diseased, decrepit, and dying.
Thus, in the aftermath of such a disaster, I have taken it upon myself to mask my physical appearance and subsequently rise against the blatant injustice practiced by the gods. Oh, so many years my fury burned. I desired only revenge! Then, I came among you, my brothers and sisters, and saw your own plight; your own struggle. I have seen what was done to you and it pains me as much as you. All things have a beginning and here, among friends and allies, is yours. Your beginning on a path to victory.