Your move, My Queen!
Imagine a love that stems from hate. The hate that stems from jealousy. Jealousy born of pride. Pride born of ridicule as much as of accomplishment. Imagine being driven to attain something so desperately that the most precious of all human and humane bonds are rendered inconsequential in the pursuit of total power over all that is living and dead.
Imagine attaining that power.
Imagine, selling your brother to your enemy to gain thier favor in your own personal war against the gods.
Imagine, strating a war with a God!
Imagine being so consumed by your need to prove yourself that not only you start a war with a god, u actually win it. Imagine losing the only true love that normal men wud die for.. .not losing , infact, sacrificing, and that too without a backward glance at the charred remains of the only romance you've ever felt, you've ever known. Imagine standing at the mouth of a world that you can't even begin to contemplate, and treading thru it without fear, without apprehension. Treading on and on, defeating, at the cost of your very soul, evil so great that the thought if it wud render a man impotent. Imagine being evil enough to challenge the goddess of evil.
Imagine the hate that would drive you to kill your brother. Imagine the love that would make you kill yourself for that very brother. Imagine the turmoil, the war inside; of emotion and devotion, of love and desire, of right and wrong and weak and strong.
Imagine the path of a beknighted soul as it paves its mark on the very hearts of all who hear of it. Imagine a MASTER OF THE PAST AND PRESENT. Imagine a place so evil and so frightening that the only people who wud even concieve of looking at it are a race of living beings blessed with incomaprable levels of stupidity and curiosity. Imagine, calling such a place your home. Imagine riding home on a black dragon, the mere sight of which causes such fear that the noblest of warriors would turn and flee.
Imagine being scrawny and sick all your life. Every single day feeling as if the entire universe has conspired against you, as if the ones who claim to love you, hate you the most. Imagine seeing through eyes that watch everything decay and fester into nothingness , imagine recognizing people by the way thier corpses look.
Imagine, being infested with the soul of a being so strong that it lingers thorugh the ages by all means neccessary. A soul that has conquered millenia by its sheer persistence and tenacity, by its craft and its power over what is assumed to be natural. Imagine being teh one to conquer such an anamoly and using it instead to further your own manifest destiny. Imagine, shaping yoru destiny by absolute force of will. By the need to be superior to be righteous in whatever way possible.
Can u really imagine such a man? Can you really concieve of such conviction to exist? Can you really even begin to comprehend the circumstances which govern life as we know it bending and adjusting to the will of one man, entire worlds and nether worlds succumbing to the sheer choice of a man to rule them all? If you can, if you really can...then imagine this...
A man with skin burnt golden by the fires of his own darkened soul, punished with hourglasses for eyes so that he is forever banished to percieve no beauty, no life in the world but only death and decay. A man who barely speaks louder than a whisper for his enforced ailment allows him nothing more, and yet when he whispers an entire battalion of heros stops to listen and obey. A man so feeble in appearence that to consider him a threat would border on stupidity, yet to not to consider him absolutely devastating is the biggest folly of all. A man who has lost everything mortals could wish for and owing to that loss is hell bent in attaining more than any mortal would ever dare wish for. A man who dreams of being a god, who picks the god he wants to be, invades her home, alone, weary but reolute. And wins. Then endowed with mastery over her domain goes on to overpower every other god and becomes the sole master of the universe.
If you can imagine such a man, if you can begin to comprehend his motivations... you may deem yourself worthy of trying to understand the devastating path of a beknighted soul.
Imagine attaining that power.
Imagine, selling your brother to your enemy to gain thier favor in your own personal war against the gods.
Imagine, strating a war with a God!
Imagine being so consumed by your need to prove yourself that not only you start a war with a god, u actually win it. Imagine losing the only true love that normal men wud die for.. .not losing , infact, sacrificing, and that too without a backward glance at the charred remains of the only romance you've ever felt, you've ever known. Imagine standing at the mouth of a world that you can't even begin to contemplate, and treading thru it without fear, without apprehension. Treading on and on, defeating, at the cost of your very soul, evil so great that the thought if it wud render a man impotent. Imagine being evil enough to challenge the goddess of evil.
Imagine the hate that would drive you to kill your brother. Imagine the love that would make you kill yourself for that very brother. Imagine the turmoil, the war inside; of emotion and devotion, of love and desire, of right and wrong and weak and strong.
Imagine the path of a beknighted soul as it paves its mark on the very hearts of all who hear of it. Imagine a MASTER OF THE PAST AND PRESENT. Imagine a place so evil and so frightening that the only people who wud even concieve of looking at it are a race of living beings blessed with incomaprable levels of stupidity and curiosity. Imagine, calling such a place your home. Imagine riding home on a black dragon, the mere sight of which causes such fear that the noblest of warriors would turn and flee.
Imagine being scrawny and sick all your life. Every single day feeling as if the entire universe has conspired against you, as if the ones who claim to love you, hate you the most. Imagine seeing through eyes that watch everything decay and fester into nothingness , imagine recognizing people by the way thier corpses look.
Imagine, being infested with the soul of a being so strong that it lingers thorugh the ages by all means neccessary. A soul that has conquered millenia by its sheer persistence and tenacity, by its craft and its power over what is assumed to be natural. Imagine being teh one to conquer such an anamoly and using it instead to further your own manifest destiny. Imagine, shaping yoru destiny by absolute force of will. By the need to be superior to be righteous in whatever way possible.
Can u really imagine such a man? Can you really concieve of such conviction to exist? Can you really even begin to comprehend the circumstances which govern life as we know it bending and adjusting to the will of one man, entire worlds and nether worlds succumbing to the sheer choice of a man to rule them all? If you can, if you really can...then imagine this...
A man with skin burnt golden by the fires of his own darkened soul, punished with hourglasses for eyes so that he is forever banished to percieve no beauty, no life in the world but only death and decay. A man who barely speaks louder than a whisper for his enforced ailment allows him nothing more, and yet when he whispers an entire battalion of heros stops to listen and obey. A man so feeble in appearence that to consider him a threat would border on stupidity, yet to not to consider him absolutely devastating is the biggest folly of all. A man who has lost everything mortals could wish for and owing to that loss is hell bent in attaining more than any mortal would ever dare wish for. A man who dreams of being a god, who picks the god he wants to be, invades her home, alone, weary but reolute. And wins. Then endowed with mastery over her domain goes on to overpower every other god and becomes the sole master of the universe.
If you can imagine such a man, if you can begin to comprehend his motivations... you may deem yourself worthy of trying to understand the devastating path of a beknighted soul.
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