The Progeny and Their Sins [Invite Kon] Jan 2, 2021 15:43:32 GMT -6
Post by Boryoku on Jan 2, 2021 15:43:32 GMT -6
In the bamboo forests, home to many different kinds of animals and plant life. Birds chirped away, the deer grazed away and the sun shone through the tree branches onto a log. Seated upon the log was a darkened entity, his eyes closed as he sat cross legged. His mind was else where, searching the recesses of his mind for the answers he had longed for. Why he had been born, who was the predecessor he remembered and how he had gotten here.
He supposed none of that mattered in the end, he was simply just another being. He was weak, much more so than the predecessor. His eyes slowly opened as birds landed upon his forearm, the blue little creature eyeing the demon curiously before searching the area for food. He watched as it took flight once more, pondering if he was a demon or something else. He did not have the violent tendency that his memories held, yet he felt compelled to follow in their foot steps. Whatever the case really was, he was not going to find answers so easily as by simply thinking on it too hard.
He had been born with a fully conscious mind, one of mutual intelligence of a fully grown man. In his heart he felt as if he wanted to commit great tragedies to the universe, a bitterness existed within his body, within his mind. He despised the life around him, yet he wasn't offended by it personally. It was as if some sort of tugging string was tied to his insides. As if it held tightly to the very core of his being, yet it was fragile and easily loosened as of right now.
His red eyes staring into the distance, his aura leaking from his body in vapors as he pondered the burning question in his mind. Was he out for revenge on foes unseen? Was he seeking redemption to those wronged by other hands? He was a flag blowing in a tempest. He felt compelled to do horrible things, and yet... he didn't want to... Memories of a smiling duo... a friend holding out his hand for help... A fellow demon.
A love burned in his heart, but it was for someone else's desires. A love for someone he didn't know, yet it wasn't truly his. It was as if something had been injected into him, and it infuriated him. A burning rage boiled in his veins, a tempest of searing fire, and it showed in his eyes. A red flame, guttural and feral burned brightly. Yet it was not the whole story... His had yet to be written.