Post by Maladra Head of Security on Feb 1, 2014 8:45:04 GMT -5
During the creation, beings outlasted the rest. Four. Four miserable little trinkets. 3 Male. 1 Female. Disposable. Replaceable.
Expendable.
What are Harbringers REALLY? Tools? Beings? Monsters? The universe itself strives to comprehend things that only one should know the answer to. But, they exist as power. The 4, the beings of damnation. The Apocalypse. We reach to them, always. They force us to ours knees. Burdens of life itself. But, what are their names? Not what you think. They cycle to one being. Death. The 'Sweet Relief'. For, what am I? Nothing. Pure in its own right. Complete and caged.
Then, it started with Thanatos. The chosen. After, the being, Asthéneia. Followed by the monster, Kikin...
The last was eaten. Corrupted by hate. Sealed within its destructive nature and being. It grew into their undoing. Its name, black as night. He who brings the night...
I'm awake now. Can you all feel me? I know you can. You all can feel me clawing at you. The final wish has been granted. Welcome me home siblings, with open arms I come.
"War does not determine who is right - only who is left."
When I visit you all again... I will be the only one left.
Can you stop it?
No.
- Thoughts of Insanity.
We are all plain. People fear us, yet, know not who we really are. Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War. Does anyone know of our true potential? Does anyone know of our purpose? Days go bye, people forget. Who are we? Why is our purpose necessary? Do we really know existence?
I lay awake most nights, on this damned couch Sister puts me on... The memories of that night. War, in his true glory. He wasn't able to leave the island... Funny. For someone bound to this rock... His influence was spread over history...
The World Wars, Great Pilgrimage, even the conquest of Ghengis Khan...
War exists, but, it will never die...
- Thoughts of Sickness
The thought of him coming back... Frightens me. I can't cry... I can't let them know I am afraid... Not anymore. Sister and Brother look after me, even though Brother is mean all the time. After all this time, HE is coming back. He... was almost able to kill me. Even Brother almost died in that ordeal. Sister, gave us strength. Gave us hope to fight on and with her help... We put HIM away. He isn't our Brother... He's a monster.
He kills for fun, creates chaos because he feels overjoyed by its effects on mankind and anything else. HE wants us gone, so he can cause an unrelenting amount of damage and death.
No.
WE will stop him! WE will make him listen! WE will make him realize that HE cannot stop US! War may never die, but it can be stopped!
- Thoughts of Fatigue
Expendable.
What are Harbringers REALLY? Tools? Beings? Monsters? The universe itself strives to comprehend things that only one should know the answer to. But, they exist as power. The 4, the beings of damnation. The Apocalypse. We reach to them, always. They force us to ours knees. Burdens of life itself. But, what are their names? Not what you think. They cycle to one being. Death. The 'Sweet Relief'. For, what am I? Nothing. Pure in its own right. Complete and caged.
Then, it started with Thanatos. The chosen. After, the being, Asthéneia. Followed by the monster, Kikin...
The last was eaten. Corrupted by hate. Sealed within its destructive nature and being. It grew into their undoing. Its name, black as night. He who brings the night...
I'm awake now. Can you all feel me? I know you can. You all can feel me clawing at you. The final wish has been granted. Welcome me home siblings, with open arms I come.
"War does not determine who is right - only who is left."
When I visit you all again... I will be the only one left.
Can you stop it?
No.
- Thoughts of Insanity.
We are all plain. People fear us, yet, know not who we really are. Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War. Does anyone know of our true potential? Does anyone know of our purpose? Days go bye, people forget. Who are we? Why is our purpose necessary? Do we really know existence?
I lay awake most nights, on this damned couch Sister puts me on... The memories of that night. War, in his true glory. He wasn't able to leave the island... Funny. For someone bound to this rock... His influence was spread over history...
The World Wars, Great Pilgrimage, even the conquest of Ghengis Khan...
War exists, but, it will never die...
- Thoughts of Sickness
The thought of him coming back... Frightens me. I can't cry... I can't let them know I am afraid... Not anymore. Sister and Brother look after me, even though Brother is mean all the time. After all this time, HE is coming back. He... was almost able to kill me. Even Brother almost died in that ordeal. Sister, gave us strength. Gave us hope to fight on and with her help... We put HIM away. He isn't our Brother... He's a monster.
He kills for fun, creates chaos because he feels overjoyed by its effects on mankind and anything else. HE wants us gone, so he can cause an unrelenting amount of damage and death.
No.
WE will stop him! WE will make him listen! WE will make him realize that HE cannot stop US! War may never die, but it can be stopped!
- Thoughts of Fatigue