Legacy of Darkness (Open) Sept 27, 2020 13:11:16 GMT -6
Post by General Kraktus on Sept 27, 2020 13:11:16 GMT -6
Legacy. It was a hard word for Kraktus to pinpoint on. Sure, he wanted a legacy but his would be as the destroyer of all life that ever walked. That every would walk. That would not be remembered on principle. But what about others, those with great bloodlines or terrible ones. Those who wanted to pass on a future to their kin, a future they can smile towards. Kraktus laughed a bit, legacy was a foolish thing people desired, in order to gain a purpose for existence. That was just like a former partner of his, Sensoa. The Demon had been quite powerful, ahead of his time. Even now, he might of been stronger then Kraktus and it had been a long time. Sensoa was just one of those people who gravitated and obtained power. The Demon had a way with it, a way with strength. Strength that now was missing. And what was left of his legacy. How would people remember him. He could of been the conqueror of Earth, the baron of destruction. Instead, he became a corpse.
Kraktus arrived at where he was planning to go. A large fissure that stretched through the desert. His only legacy, a great fissure that cut through the earth. A magically fissure that showed the twisted power that he had on hand. Yet, he never used it in a way that could change the world for good. To kill humanity. To destroy the foundation of this reality. Because Sensoa had been weak. So many of the people he had known had been weak. They had challenged him and fell. Kraktus had to admit he was starting to a bit lonely on that account. How many engrammatic fiends would rise. And how many more would he crush or work with? Kraktus pulled out a wine bottle he had actually bough to go drink to the fissure. "You were a fool Sensoa, the rest were too but it is a shame you could not of fought for me." Kraktus began to chug down the wine, a fiendish aura surrounding him. "You would of had a legacy indeed, not this scar on the earth that one day will heal."