I hate how the word artefact is spelt. Artefact. F**king artefact. It could've been so easy to call it artifact but NoO, that's not stupid enough. Kenelm Digby can burn in hell and look for his stupid f**king "artefacts" that have burned to ash long ago, forcing him into an endless task that will never end because that's the fate he f**king deserves. I hope his wife was cheating on him, so he would know that his single f**king non-violent light in his deserved hell, is false. In fact, she might've been cheating on him with Edward Sackville. How unworthy of love do you have to be to be prioritised of love by someone named Edward Sackville? That answer is beyond me. I hope his fathers execution was seen by Kenelm Digby. I hope he heard the news of his son George Digby's death when his sad little life was finally starting to look up. I hope he witnessed his child Everard's death firsthand. I hope he was desperate for his unnamed twins, only for them to die in a miscarriage. Because that's all he f**king deserves. He is nothing. He doesn't deserve his stupid f**king fame. I hope people forget him in turn for a new and improved Kenelm Digby. F**k. Kenelm. Digby.