Bray Wyatt

The world does not have a voice of its own. It can’t tell you what it wants, what it needs. But it’s yearning for something to point it in the right direction. A savior, perhaps. Save us, Chris! You must forgive me. Where have my manners gone. I don’t think I’ve had a chance to formerly introduce myself. You may call me Bray Wyatt. But I have a thousand faces and a million names. Seducer, accuser, destroyer. I am the color red in a world full of black and white, and if you value your ability to breathe, don’t get too close. Save us, Chris. Save yourself.

Urges … every man has urges. But the true measure of man is to admit them, to learn to control them. The Shield used to refer to themselves as the most dominant force in our universe. But that ain’t the way I remember it. They fell victim to the faults of men. Their lust and greed and valor for glory, it led them right down in the pit, where they belong. Tonight, they’ll burn for it. For I am no man. I am reborn. Our bond can never be broken, and our urges can never be satisfied.