My name is Devon Maldevon and I’m a Death Knight. It wasn’t a matter of choice, it was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and dying a horrendous death.
So far, my family has disowned me – the name I have written in this journal is not my real name and will not be recognized by anyone in my former life. Am I searching for my family? No, I’m not searching for my family, I already found them and was asked to leave due to my current condition. I was even shown my grave site in the cemetery in Stormwind. I am dead to my family, however, my memory remains very much intact as to what kind of family they were. One would have thought that they would have welcomed their eldest son back with open arms, no matter that I was no longer truly amongst the living.
Money, wealth, social standing were everything to my family and I was the oldest son. I broke away from my family to serve the King in Northrend and died for my efforts. I was given a hero’s burial, it seems and my family went through their mourning period, however, they never had my body in their possession for these events. They should have known that my own personal tenacity would live through anything that was done to me in Acherus.
Unlike some Death Knights, my memories have stayed strangely intact – the past, the evil deeds that I have done under the control and in the name of the Lich King as well as my familial memories. I know that I was definitely adored by my family and I wanted for nothing – I was educated at the finest schools that could be offered in Stormwind, I was invited to all of the best parties – I had my own social standing as being quite the ladies man, I suppose. I had the world in the palm of my hand, however, my patriotism lead me astray and I had to join the military for the sake of the Alliance – I wanted to kill the Lich King as much as any man did back in those days.
Now, my family gives me money to stay away and to not use their name any longer. At first it hurt quite a bit to know that they would not or could not accept me as I am. At least I came back even if my welcome was less than cordial.
Now, I am busy making my own way, albeit, I have more money than most thanks to my family’s generosity and I am finding that I am enjoying the new found freedom. Sure, my memories of what I have done to survive since becoming a Death Knight are not the most pleasant sort, however, it’s how I still survive. At least I didn’t forget how to make beautiful jewelry and I know how to find the most beautiful gems, even if I sometimes to resort to less than legal means to obtain them – it’s how I live now.
Am I upset about being a Death Knight and losing everything that I ever held dear in my life? You can bet that I am, however, one thing that I learned long before my change, with enough money in hand, you can write your own ticket – you can climb that social ladder if need be and buy your way back to the top.
Sure, I don’t have the same drives that I used to have, however, I still enjoy some female companionship from time to time, with enough money, I can have all of the companionship that I want or need even if it is just to talk. There is no need for a man to go lonely – not even a dead man.
Well, it appears as though my needs and my search for the finer things in life are calling me to Pandaria. Of course, I will be serving King and Country again, however, what I do in my off time is no one’s business and I fully intend on becoming one of the richest men in Stormwind despite my family’s feelings towards me. I bet with enough money, they might even act like I’m a normal man. I think my new motto in this unlife will be “eyes to the future, forget the past”.