Chaos Bleeds [no_going_home]
I was once the god king of the primordial, shaper of all things, ruler of worlds and distant lands, the iron fist of a vast army and king of many legions. I was once the ecstasy of death, and sought out to conquer all that was there to conquer. To conquer all and to rule completely had been my very definition of life. But now, life was much different than it had been my days as a ruler.
Change. For the longest time I loathed it. I saw the change in the human race, watching it sprout out from the ooze and change into single cell organisms. I watched their whole evolution and the mere sight of them disgusted me. In my eyes, change was a sign of weakness. It was an impediment on the whole human race. But as existence is self dealt me a low blow, I too was forced to change, and I realized that the reason that humans had existed for so long was because of their willingness to adapt.
I no longer sought to revive my former glory. That urge to seek out and destroy everything around me that was not mine died down long ago, along with the champions who fought hard to keep this place from turning into the pits of hell. So much death and destruction and chaos… the memories of this persona allowed me to open my eyes wider still to these things, and her memories and emotion echoed within me with each and every passing moment of my existence, weighing heavy on me as to what it was it was like to live, to really live among humans.
My understanding of the human race only became clearer with the aid of Spike. He helped me understand the intricacies of humanity. He too was a champion in his own right. Now he was plagued by grief and swallowed by loneliness. Very powerful emotions, not to be taken lightly by anyone. These thoughts lead me to wonder about for a moment on Angel. He had been a champion once, now he seemed to be broken. Perhaps some day I will seek him out and see if he is willing to join the good fight as Spike calls it.
Now I found myself with a purpose in this world. My mission… to rid the world of the filth that infested it. There were too many things that preyed on the weak and the innocent that it made my whole being shake with anger at times.
I set out to find those that killed the mother and child. The filthy demons that spilled the blood of the innocent in such an atrocious way that even the sight made a god king weep in the night. I walked the streets in the Burkle persona. With this meek and weak mirage I tried to sought out the evil that infested this town. And when I found the chaos that polluted it, chaos would bleed, and it will bleed by my hand.
[Continued HERE, and HERE]
Change. For the longest time I loathed it. I saw the change in the human race, watching it sprout out from the ooze and change into single cell organisms. I watched their whole evolution and the mere sight of them disgusted me. In my eyes, change was a sign of weakness. It was an impediment on the whole human race. But as existence is self dealt me a low blow, I too was forced to change, and I realized that the reason that humans had existed for so long was because of their willingness to adapt.
I no longer sought to revive my former glory. That urge to seek out and destroy everything around me that was not mine died down long ago, along with the champions who fought hard to keep this place from turning into the pits of hell. So much death and destruction and chaos… the memories of this persona allowed me to open my eyes wider still to these things, and her memories and emotion echoed within me with each and every passing moment of my existence, weighing heavy on me as to what it was it was like to live, to really live among humans.
My understanding of the human race only became clearer with the aid of Spike. He helped me understand the intricacies of humanity. He too was a champion in his own right. Now he was plagued by grief and swallowed by loneliness. Very powerful emotions, not to be taken lightly by anyone. These thoughts lead me to wonder about for a moment on Angel. He had been a champion once, now he seemed to be broken. Perhaps some day I will seek him out and see if he is willing to join the good fight as Spike calls it.
Now I found myself with a purpose in this world. My mission… to rid the world of the filth that infested it. There were too many things that preyed on the weak and the innocent that it made my whole being shake with anger at times.
I set out to find those that killed the mother and child. The filthy demons that spilled the blood of the innocent in such an atrocious way that even the sight made a god king weep in the night. I walked the streets in the Burkle persona. With this meek and weak mirage I tried to sought out the evil that infested this town. And when I found the chaos that polluted it, chaos would bleed, and it will bleed by my hand.
[Continued HERE, and HERE]