Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

A priest. He tried not to sneer in derision at the title. He had no need of priests to tell him who God was. He carried no love for whoever or whatever had created the universe.

He held his whiplash tongue, however, when he saw how upset the girl was. So the girl did know where her father was. "Well," he said. "I don't even know who my father is, so at least you have that." He blinked. "Actually, I don't know who any of my family is, or where they are, or if I have any at all." He turned away. All he remembered was the lightning strike, vague memories of meeting wolves in a pack long ago, and then... nothing. Yet, despite his lack of memories, he knew this... deep sorrow and anger.

Behind him, the priest asked for his name. Until that moment, he had not thought of it. He tried to think--YOU ARE PERDITION.

He shook his head, gritting his teeth as more pain shot through his body. Then he laughed, a short, angry sound. "I am Perdition, punished and hell-bound."