It is said there comes a voice that needs no tongue to speak. It did not command. It merely offered. In its presence, desire awakened and the words of knowledge were twisted. Threatening, hissing, whispering sweet lies into the hearts of men. Its voice was never strange. It came sounding familiar, easily mistaken for one's own, yet its words never revealed the whole story. The Accuser spoke not only to entice, but to condemn. He delighted in reminding mankind of every wound, every failure, every sin. He twisted guilt into identity, convincing many that what they had done was all they could ever become.