Let it be known, I went by the name of Spooky, and now I am Malaclypse.

The following is an annotated history of myself, and explanation for my
name change, or more accurately, going back to my original name:

I was raised by my father alone until the age of 16. My mother had died
in childbirth, and I didn't know her family, she had come from a
provincial family, and my father and I lived in the city of Shallam. He
was a knight of the church, and I was his squire, and this was my life,
up until the day my father was killed.

I had been raised to become a Paladin, the fighting arm of the church,
and I had been taught their ways by my father and his peers. Although
from an early age, I never understood the link between the honour they
told me I needed to uphold, and their fighting behavior, I never
questioned it, it was just the way things were. Other things I was
taught, however, such as the need to respect all gods, and swordplay,
stuck in my mind, and remain there today.

My father and his paladin friends were a rowdy bunch when they were
through with the days work of training squires and patrolling the
Basilica. They would often go out in groups, and kill people from the
city of Ashtan, just for the thrill it seemed. You can see the
contradiction in what they preached, and what they practiced. One day,
this unknightly behavior caught up with my father, and as he walked
alone on an errand to the village of Shastaan, he met with a victim of
his group murdering, and this person slew my father in vengeance.

I found myself alone in the world, and wandered from the city that held
now painful memories for me. I found myself nearing the city that my
father had held in contempt, Ashtan. There I met a man by the name of
Sinistar, and through a chance conversation he found that I was adept
in the use of swords and other chivalric abilities, and so decided to
show me around his city while engaging in the most enlightening
conversation I had had to date. He told me the ways of true honour,
and the ways of the Infernals, and their quest to eliminate weakness
from the lands.

It was at this time that I realized my father and his peers were the
embodiment of weakness. And I blamed him for his death, and
subsequently causing such pain in me. I asked Sinistar if I could join
the Infernals, which, after I proved myself, he allowed. I changed my
name to Spooky, to try and better fit my new home and attitude. And
now I have grown, and am prepared to eliminate the weakness that
tainted my father and ultimately killed him. I once again go by my
birth name, Malaclypse.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Mayan, in the year 231 AF.