Post by Shinda on Nov 5, 2015 20:49:36 GMT
Pain... suffering. In all honesty, it is the one thing that shapes us. Makes us who we were fated to become. Without pain, you can't learn, without suffering, you cannot know what a better tomorrow is. And those who causes us pain and heartbreak, we should hate them with all our being, after all, to us they are evil. And evil should be stopped.
Shinda barely stirred, his cold and dead eyes were still shut, but the Shinda in his mind was frowning.
"Why are you telling me this, just who are you?"
Who am I? You could say, I'm Oblivia, or you could say that I'm you, the real you. The part awoken when you committed such atrocious sins earlier. Now, let me ask you a question. What do you think evil is?
Shinda tried to feel his body, open his eyes, do anything whilst listening to this voice in his head. But he couldn't, his body was dead, torn apart by Angelic weapons and the fall down to Dranar. He was dead, at least physically so. So he had no choice but to listen and answer.
"Evil is... the opposite of good."
Maybe, but then, what is good? Why do people chose to be evil then, if good is the better opposite?
"People are evil because they refuse to see differently. To accept what is different."
Exactly, to be evil is to break the rules, the rules set by nature and by emotions. But, evil is viewed differently by every living creature. If we think evil is a bad thing, then isn't that in itself, evil?
"No."
Then I'll ask again, what do you think evil is?
Shinda thought hard, silence in his mind as he contemplated all the young Demon could. "Evil is... the opposite of acceptance. If we accept life and everything in it, then evil won't exist, or at least... it will be in such harmony with everything else in life that we won't even notice it, nor need to."
And what about those, who refuse to accept things, who kill because they think difference means evil?
"They should... be removed, so that only those willing to accept exist."
Accept me then, the power you awakened, let Oblivia grant you the power to do as you wish, create the better world you desire.
Shinda's body moved. His remaining arm twitched, and as soon as the voice in his head stopped, he opened his eyes. The land around him was dust and rock, dented from his earlier fall. Blood was all around him, his own blood. But, hidden amongst the crimson red blood, Shinda's magic slivered around him. It moved across the Demon's body with it's own will, brushing against all of Shinda's injuries and healing them. Shinda felt a tingling sensation as it reached his missing arm and side, feeling the Oblivia magic weave and create a new limb. Shinda felt dizzy, his vision blurred, but he continued to look around, eventually lifting his new arm to his face to see it and stare in awe. Shinda never heard the voice again, convinced it was his own during his earlier death. A conversation with himself, that had enough potential to get Shinda's magic to work without him thinking, to heal his body from the fatal wounds he'd received.
Once he could, Shinda got up, looking around the quiet Dranar and thinking long and hard. He wanted to rid the world of evil, evil that was in the hearts of all Angels, those beings so graced by a cruel deity that they were born to reject others.
Shinda moved, looking for a good start to his plans. He needed others, the world he wanted was going to be carried solely on the Demon's shoulders, he wanted all to share in creating its beauty. And by all, Shinda meant Demons, his family, beings born from nature, who didn't have any affiliation with the Sun Goddess. They had followed nature's rules, and Shinda planned on praising them for it.
He'd walked for some time, getting no where in terms of leaving this dry and rocky plain he'd landed in. It took a while to sink in as to why Shinda seemed lost in this wasteland. The wasteland around Shinda, was Dranar, what had become of it whilst Shinda had been 'dead'. Green had been burned, life had been taken from the land by some sort of source, and Shinda was pretty sure what had taken Dranar's life away. He approached a hill, reaching the peak to stare down towards a valley. A valley of blood. Shinda watched as Demons, of all shapes and sizes, but all equally confused and fearful, tried to defend themselves against attacks. All around them, Angels hunted, using weapons and unfair advantages to slaughter all the Demons without hesitation. Shinda couldn't take looking at it all for too long. The so called justice and peace Angels stood for, they seemed to throw away as easily as they throw away Demon lives.
Shinda glanced to his hands, asking for that power he'd been granted to help him now. Throwing one hand to the sky, Shinda sent a cloud of red Oblivia forwards, to shadow above the field of massacre, grabbing all's attention.
"Heed my words, Angels! Your time is up! For too long have you refused us, refused to see the truth! It is too late to change, too late to answer for your sins, your evil against Demons! You think of us as savages, of an evil you need to remove... very well then!" Shinda commanded the cloud, beginning to send Oblivia into all the Demons around him. "Let us show them, my Demon family! Let us show them, the truth behind evil!"
Shinda barely stirred, his cold and dead eyes were still shut, but the Shinda in his mind was frowning.
"Why are you telling me this, just who are you?"
Who am I? You could say, I'm Oblivia, or you could say that I'm you, the real you. The part awoken when you committed such atrocious sins earlier. Now, let me ask you a question. What do you think evil is?
Shinda tried to feel his body, open his eyes, do anything whilst listening to this voice in his head. But he couldn't, his body was dead, torn apart by Angelic weapons and the fall down to Dranar. He was dead, at least physically so. So he had no choice but to listen and answer.
"Evil is... the opposite of good."
Maybe, but then, what is good? Why do people chose to be evil then, if good is the better opposite?
"People are evil because they refuse to see differently. To accept what is different."
Exactly, to be evil is to break the rules, the rules set by nature and by emotions. But, evil is viewed differently by every living creature. If we think evil is a bad thing, then isn't that in itself, evil?
"No."
Then I'll ask again, what do you think evil is?
Shinda thought hard, silence in his mind as he contemplated all the young Demon could. "Evil is... the opposite of acceptance. If we accept life and everything in it, then evil won't exist, or at least... it will be in such harmony with everything else in life that we won't even notice it, nor need to."
And what about those, who refuse to accept things, who kill because they think difference means evil?
"They should... be removed, so that only those willing to accept exist."
Accept me then, the power you awakened, let Oblivia grant you the power to do as you wish, create the better world you desire.
Shinda's body moved. His remaining arm twitched, and as soon as the voice in his head stopped, he opened his eyes. The land around him was dust and rock, dented from his earlier fall. Blood was all around him, his own blood. But, hidden amongst the crimson red blood, Shinda's magic slivered around him. It moved across the Demon's body with it's own will, brushing against all of Shinda's injuries and healing them. Shinda felt a tingling sensation as it reached his missing arm and side, feeling the Oblivia magic weave and create a new limb. Shinda felt dizzy, his vision blurred, but he continued to look around, eventually lifting his new arm to his face to see it and stare in awe. Shinda never heard the voice again, convinced it was his own during his earlier death. A conversation with himself, that had enough potential to get Shinda's magic to work without him thinking, to heal his body from the fatal wounds he'd received.
Once he could, Shinda got up, looking around the quiet Dranar and thinking long and hard. He wanted to rid the world of evil, evil that was in the hearts of all Angels, those beings so graced by a cruel deity that they were born to reject others.
Shinda moved, looking for a good start to his plans. He needed others, the world he wanted was going to be carried solely on the Demon's shoulders, he wanted all to share in creating its beauty. And by all, Shinda meant Demons, his family, beings born from nature, who didn't have any affiliation with the Sun Goddess. They had followed nature's rules, and Shinda planned on praising them for it.
He'd walked for some time, getting no where in terms of leaving this dry and rocky plain he'd landed in. It took a while to sink in as to why Shinda seemed lost in this wasteland. The wasteland around Shinda, was Dranar, what had become of it whilst Shinda had been 'dead'. Green had been burned, life had been taken from the land by some sort of source, and Shinda was pretty sure what had taken Dranar's life away. He approached a hill, reaching the peak to stare down towards a valley. A valley of blood. Shinda watched as Demons, of all shapes and sizes, but all equally confused and fearful, tried to defend themselves against attacks. All around them, Angels hunted, using weapons and unfair advantages to slaughter all the Demons without hesitation. Shinda couldn't take looking at it all for too long. The so called justice and peace Angels stood for, they seemed to throw away as easily as they throw away Demon lives.
Shinda glanced to his hands, asking for that power he'd been granted to help him now. Throwing one hand to the sky, Shinda sent a cloud of red Oblivia forwards, to shadow above the field of massacre, grabbing all's attention.
"Heed my words, Angels! Your time is up! For too long have you refused us, refused to see the truth! It is too late to change, too late to answer for your sins, your evil against Demons! You think of us as savages, of an evil you need to remove... very well then!" Shinda commanded the cloud, beginning to send Oblivia into all the Demons around him. "Let us show them, my Demon family! Let us show them, the truth behind evil!"