ghost_roads Illyria
These humans, mewling and crawling and scratching around this earth. They make me sick with their stink. They should all be destroyed, one by one, painfully. Their noise, the sight of them, the smell of them all make my skin crawl like insects on a cold night. I walked through this city, watching them, learning their insignificant and pitiful ways. They're treacherous and false and use lies and trickery to get their ways. In the days of old, one of power, one like me, would only have to take what they want with a swish of their hand. Power flowed like water and wine back then and it was something I used like my lungs used the air.
I should not be here. This is not my time, my time is further ahead. My time is millennia away, in a place and future where I will once again walk through plane of existence like walking through fields of flowers. This shell will no longer house me and I will take freely what I want with no consequences. This shell. This disgusting excuse for a human body annoys my senses and turns my stomach. I needed to find a way out, a way back to the old days and I needed to do it now. It would not be much longer before I began to rain a storm of pain and destruction on these humans, the likes of which they've never seen before. I wanted to squish and stomp them all, make them hurt and squirm under my thumb.
But I knew, no matter what I did, they would still be there. They were like roaches that never died and hid in small crevices and came out to torment you when you weren't looking. Humans breed like insects and create more and more before you can burn them out. The time was now, to begin my slaughter, if I even began one. I felt distracted by this human body and the emotions that came with it. I wanted to test them and see what they did, but I also wanted to rip it from my skin and burn it. I walked back to the home of the shell I was wearing and looked through her things to try to discover what made humans so irritating. I was in the room I awakened in when I heard a sound. I turned and saw a woman standing in the door who reeked of power. It radiated from her like the rays of the sun. I glared at her and stared, "What is a higher power doing here?"
I should not be here. This is not my time, my time is further ahead. My time is millennia away, in a place and future where I will once again walk through plane of existence like walking through fields of flowers. This shell will no longer house me and I will take freely what I want with no consequences. This shell. This disgusting excuse for a human body annoys my senses and turns my stomach. I needed to find a way out, a way back to the old days and I needed to do it now. It would not be much longer before I began to rain a storm of pain and destruction on these humans, the likes of which they've never seen before. I wanted to squish and stomp them all, make them hurt and squirm under my thumb.
But I knew, no matter what I did, they would still be there. They were like roaches that never died and hid in small crevices and came out to torment you when you weren't looking. Humans breed like insects and create more and more before you can burn them out. The time was now, to begin my slaughter, if I even began one. I felt distracted by this human body and the emotions that came with it. I wanted to test them and see what they did, but I also wanted to rip it from my skin and burn it. I walked back to the home of the shell I was wearing and looked through her things to try to discover what made humans so irritating. I was in the room I awakened in when I heard a sound. I turned and saw a woman standing in the door who reeked of power. It radiated from her like the rays of the sun. I glared at her and stared, "What is a higher power doing here?"