For the past ten years, Lance Creed has tried to drown his sorrows with drink, becoming a laughingstock and cautionary tale. His faith in Elise prevents him from taking his own life directly, so he’s searching for someone who can kill him and send him along to join his wife in the after life.
Once an elite solider in the armies of the Holy Kingdoms of Deren, his body and mind have suffered during the time of his exile and alcoholism, making him a shadow of his former self. Today, he is a man wholly consumed by grief and rage.
Lance has had difficulty adjusting to civilian life, even without the death of his wife to consider, and struggles without clear goals to follow. He’s managed to eke out a living as a mercenary solider, though the jobs he’s capable of handling are usually low-paying and of limited responsibility.
The only place he feels any peace is on the battlefield, and he hates himself for that. To Lance, his bloodlust and need for violence dishonor Rosalin’s memory, but he can’t deny that he needs the peace military work offers him. Without the occasional job to accomplish, he’d have drunk himself to death years ago.