Fiend
Sep 15th, 2002, 05:57:11 PM
:: I entered the recruitment with a smile on my face. This was the place where I was bred within beings and where the chosen would go on to develop my destructive essence within them. This was my breeding ground, and this is where my own breeding would begin.
Such beauty it was... to know that my new body, perfect compared to the body that I was created in... I say created but was that really the word for something that was already there, everywhere in fact. I was the darkside, a sentient form of it, developed from the weakling Dios. I had enjoyed toying with the mortal's life but having my own body was so much better. IT still resembled Dios, but in the faintest way. I had developed intelligence from his own twisted mind, I had been forced to mimic a few of his own traits in the process. But to know of life itself, I can't even remember what it was like before this, who would want to?
But it was strange, to feel myself stretched everywhere, upon everything, the building, the people. The people were the most interesting, especially the darksiders, I was subconciously saturated with them. It was like tiny pin pricks of pleasure whenever I neared one. And this place was full of them.
A chair slid towards me, my smile upon my face, like a cold mask, I looked out the window and saw the moon, such things... such views that the living beings took for granted, did they know that rocks could only wish to see the moon, not just feel it.
But where was the recruiter? Whoever it was, they would be about by now. But should I play the simple apprentice, or should I let them know who I am before hand? What does it matter to them... I can't express my true power until I learn to stretch the limits of this physical boundary called flesh.::
Such beauty it was... to know that my new body, perfect compared to the body that I was created in... I say created but was that really the word for something that was already there, everywhere in fact. I was the darkside, a sentient form of it, developed from the weakling Dios. I had enjoyed toying with the mortal's life but having my own body was so much better. IT still resembled Dios, but in the faintest way. I had developed intelligence from his own twisted mind, I had been forced to mimic a few of his own traits in the process. But to know of life itself, I can't even remember what it was like before this, who would want to?
But it was strange, to feel myself stretched everywhere, upon everything, the building, the people. The people were the most interesting, especially the darksiders, I was subconciously saturated with them. It was like tiny pin pricks of pleasure whenever I neared one. And this place was full of them.
A chair slid towards me, my smile upon my face, like a cold mask, I looked out the window and saw the moon, such things... such views that the living beings took for granted, did they know that rocks could only wish to see the moon, not just feel it.
But where was the recruiter? Whoever it was, they would be about by now. But should I play the simple apprentice, or should I let them know who I am before hand? What does it matter to them... I can't express my true power until I learn to stretch the limits of this physical boundary called flesh.::