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I live in the world of false hope, and dreams.
Reality seems to never cease with the pain.
I lost them all, and could do nothing, but watch.

I'm denying, I'm lying to myself.
I lay down inside the cold cave of doubt.
Are they really gone, am I gone?
My heart once golden, turned to obsidian.

I grow with rage, the anger building inside.
I watched them all, doing nothing.
What kind of friend was I!

In the end, I begged God, or Lucifer.
"Please, oh please give them back to me"
I cry, and cry.
No answer, not even a whisper.

Then death came to me, her veiled face obscured.
She wanted me to rise, but I still knelt down.
My tears ripping across my face, like blood of a sword.

"You weep over false pretenses of rights.
Life is nothing, but a gift, and you choose to use as seen fit.
You wallow in self pity over things that burn inside of us all.
I see the hatred in your eyes, of me, and of my masters."

"Why did you take them away then, if you hate it so much!"
I get up standing face to face.
With the thing almost absolute as God, and the Devil.

She just turned away from me.
"Because, I do as needed.
The world cannot be seeded, and un-reaped.
To do so would just leave many more to weep."

"You are greedy, and vein!"
I shouted, hearing it's explanation.
It turned to me, I could see it's eyes.
One of gold, and one crimson.

"I do as I am needed to do, greed is human.
I am not human, nor am I divine.
For everything has their time, and in the end it is needed.
So that the world may never die."

I could not comprehend what it was telling me.
"Wh-what would you mean, the world would be happier!"
The veiled woman just sneered.

"You'd believe so, but when Humanity becomes that of animal.
Fighting over petty wards, petty women, and petty goals.
Then when they cannot leave, and suffer.
You will then see the offer."

I racked my mind, trying to find a reason to argue you with it.
"What about my friends, why could I not have the chance to save them!"
The figure began walking away.

"You have, you've inspired them all.
The world will not see war again, but not forever, it'll emerge again. So will you.
Now come along, find peace, accept that you are no longer needed."

I looked at her, and looked at myself.
I was blue, the sign of death.
It all came back to me, and the battle I had fought in.
Their deaths would mean something...so would mine.

It outstretched it's hand
"Welcome home child."

Everything faded away in white, all I could feel was myself going away.
In the end, I accepted it...and needed it.

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Rated M

chapter one: Wicked winter
I could see, the dream, that same dreadful dream. I stand with blood soaked claws over Konoha, my hands painting blood their stone walls as if it was a canvas. I couldn't stop myself, not even Ayame was safe from me that dream had me fight myself. The darkness always winning, and the blight inside my heart ever growing. Even my own blood stains its claws, black flames to its back. Yet the thing that kills me is me.
I sat up in my bed, which consist only of a humble mattress. It was winter here in the village of Konoha, and being a poor lone orphan I had to find heat soon. The sewers seem like a modest choice, but I avoid them simply because of my smell. I'm no Inuzuka, if I was I'd been warm last night. The only thing I cling to at night is the lone white tail I have. It's like a fox's, but it's my thicker like a wolf. My white spikey hair clouds my eyes as I look at the mirror.
My silver eyes make out my form through the strands of loose hair, and I give a heavy sigh. "Come on Naruto, you got to get up, sick or not." I said in a slow pace, I common mantra I'd began every morning after a particular nasty winter. This winter, the way it came in, was already shaping to be horrible. I get up, and look out the window to see medical Shinobi. Possibly they are the same that was forced by Jiji to save my life, and taking another to the morgue, the fifth life tonight I seen taken by the damnable cold.
I could feel my ear twitch on the top of my head as I felt a cool wind blow by it. The irony is that because of the way I look, I've been the pariah. The Kyuubi no Yoko one of the legendary demon lords attacked Konoha no more than eight years ago in a blind rage, looking back on it… was it truly acting out in nature? When we loose someone, we all go blind with hatred. Then again, a demon is a demon right?
I slowly make my way to the dresser by my bed; the old man had bought me this bright orange jumpsuit for the purpose of "Brightening my wardrobe." Foolish, but kind if you take in the account that I really am short on friends, and to top it off it's not like I'm out to impress. I gave up on that when I realized what I was, Jinchuriki, the ancient language meaning Human Sacrifice. I actually find it to be a bit proper, to contain a demon which killed off many, and then being a conduit for its punishment.
I slip into the suit, and zip up the front, and sigh. This much thinking has already made me hungry, and currently Ayame is busy. If I was normal I'd never would've have such a closer friend, she's been the only one besides the Old man, and Jiji to take me in from the cold world. However, if the people knew about them handing me free food, then they'd be in trouble with the people for helping the "Kyuubi." What a stupid rationality, to think I am the monster… then again maybe I should become it. Kill them, and claim my dominance, maybe learn a jutsu to increase my tail count? However, as even I reflect upon this thought I can see it becoming me again, and what about the people that have innocence? Should I rip the seal from stomach, and thus condemn the infants, children, current soon-to be- mothers? All for revenge, all for what they want, which is to have been proven right. These thoughts I ponder make me think about the times I've tried.
The time I tried to play with other children, the time their parents rushed them away from me. The time I even tried to get this one girl to like me, pink hair, and green eyes. Sakura, if I can re-call was her name. the name literally being a stable to the very trees we consider the most beautiful in the village. Cherry blossoms, the irony in her that she has pink hair, the very color of the blossoms I commonly watch fall into the rivers around the village around fall.
Nature herself has given me peace, the fact that animals who normally by nature can sense evil come to me… to comfort me in some way… seems to always heal the holes in my heart. A void filled so that it won't be hollow, and these animals are mostly canines. Wolves, wild dogs, foxes, and even some Inuzuka dogs that sneak out comfort me. It's like I'm a pup, and they all act like as if I am in duress.
Which in many times, I was. Starving, cold, beaten, and depressed, the irony is that a human being has less love for me than a normal fox. Speaking of, as I ponder this, a soft patted golden furred fox wraps around my neck. Its name is Kanshi, a male fox which took up to me when I managed to heal its broken leg from a hunter's trap. It snuggles against my face, and I bring my hand to rub its ears as I walk out the door. This day was like any other in Konoha, except it was winter and winter made it hell.
I come out of the halfway house or the abandoned one at least. When it was heard the word of mouth, that a demon was staying there, they left it in a hurry. I can see the gray sky, and sigh. It was going to snow more, and this jacket was not really "snow" proof. It was already bad enough that I had just sandals on instead of snow boots.
I sigh, and jump to the top of a nearby building, and look at the Hokage monument. Or more specifically the man that sealed the spirit of the fox inside of me, I am mixed in-between hatred, and admiration. Hatred for the hell I've been brought in, admiration because of his sacrifice. Hatred for the pain I feel, admiration because he chose me.
I hear a yelling from the distance, followed by the sound of blood hitting the ground. I sigh, another petty thief, another one of my "Kind" what people don't get is that you never try charge out. You make sure to hide, and "fish" for the pockets. Speaking of which, nobles are visiting the roads today… time for me to grab my confidence. I jumped down to the building, and lay in the snow. Low enough to be like a tiger for the pounce, hidden like a snow fox inside the tundra that is the tree covered mountains. I dig my hands into the snow, I can feel my legs have chakra pump into them. My eyes focus, and I can see a very rich noble making their way down the street. I growl at who it is, and then smirk. One of those fools from the council, good, rob him blind to get petty revenge… but at least it's my revenge.
I wait until his guards stop on the icy roads, and went over my plan. Run up to them, and tap foots so they slide on the thin, correction, very thin piece of ice. Using my chakra to hold my own feet in place, and all the while as I blow by them… I snatch the purse. So I got ready, this isn't really anyway to survive, but you do what you have to do.
Now's my chance, I dash into the street, my legs carrying as my body as fast as I could go. My body goes low as I see the first guard look towards me. I grin as I use my right hand to push his foot, and make him slip on the ice. The second guard who was faster managed to draw his katana from the sheath, my tail wraps around his leg. I yank with its muscle, causing the guard to fall on his buddy. The noble who knows of me as the demon begins to shake, I couldn't help it. "Boo!" I shouted in his face, and managed to make my eyes flash it's silver as if I am unleashing the killing will of my soul.
He falls on his ass, and as he does he lets go of his purse. I catch as it falls, and backflip to avoid a third guard who had charged from behind me. I land on the ground with my legs spread wide, and smirk as they attempt to slash at me only to trip back onto the ice. "Demon, Shinobi come quick!" I frown, if they did come then the Hokage, a.k.a my Jiji would never let me here the end of it.

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First up: Beauty's fading

Awe high beautiful is a white rose.
Purity given a physical form.
Purity very well earned.

But, one day it had to fade.
No matter how much you wanted it not too.
Life is never forever.
Despite our belief of 'invincibility.'

The futility of living on a wing.
When your friends show no love for you.
No honor in good deeds that you've done.

What happened to the world?
Where friends never care about each other.
That conversation carries by machine, not mouth.
Have we all gone down low, to the very south pole of earth.

I sit, work, and sleep.
I try to keep money, trying to keep my slate clean.
Like the white rose, trying to be pure.
Cured of impurity, like steel.

However, futility pushing against fate.
You'll shall fall down further more.
Accept that your impure.

Then you'll free yourself, then you'll be cured.
The disease of society, the disease of norms.
I am no god, I am no divine.
I am Demon in the night.

I'm just a black rose, which was once white.

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In my believe

Child rapist
Child murders
Rapists (Multiple counts)
Treason

Should be killed off, if they had the hurt to end a three year old child's life before it began, then think about yourself. Would they be so sparing to you?

Murder is trickery, since it has multiple classifications.

Revenge
Passion
Self defense (Which is not punishable.)
Mass murder

Passion crimes could come from outer evils. A woman cheating, or a man cheating. The person whose heart was crushed is technically mentally... eh... Unstable. Yes they could premeditate the murder, but the thing is there... by that logic means I can just kill my ex. But, there is the thing, for the other Passionate crimes.

They are done, almost, on the spot. That's mentally unsound. I could not just premeditate the murder because then I never was passionate. It hurts the murderer because they're betrayed, so could is there really full blame?

Revenge... *sighs* This one is trickery in form. Technically it does not matter, but determines.

If the person that is killed ruined, or even killed, one of the doer's life, or family. Then can I really put blame upon them, yes and no. Because we should leave justice to the law, but Justice is NOT always right. If someone ever took my son (when I have one) I'd really just would do the same to them.

Self defense, well its self explanatory

Mass murder... Hitler, Stalin, Slaughter of south Africa, Please put them to the firing squad.

So the point is.

Its not always needed, but it is needed.

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Oh beautiful white pearl.
Inside the ocean of the darkened sky.
Why are you alone, while yet so high.

You govern our water.
Our life forces, and the oceans courses.
Yet you seem to weep as to be alone.
Away from Sol, and his mighty light.

Why be among the stars, your home?
Were you not the princess of the sky?
If these be lies, then let them die with the whispers of love from the people.

The people who love you.
The people who worship you.
The people who take upon thy name in honorary custom.
Let there be no fuss now, do not weep.

For if you are alone in the skies, let that not mean your forgotten.
An entire world beneath you, a minor set of nations.
Adore you, so when the darkness comes.
Don't give way to the sadness, and become dark.

Mark our path through the night, with the ghostly pale light.
Make me see you for what you are, let me see in darkness.
I may walk into the shadows afraid.
But, under your light, I shall not sway.

Forever am enduring loyalist to your power.

Vulpes.

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Chapter one.

I ran fast, I knew if I slowed down they would catch me. The torture would begin again, and worse. I rather died at this point. My clothing was torn apart at the seams, and some places had rather large holes. My arms, along with my legs had welts on them from the abuse I suffered. Fighting in their games, fighting for their money.

I was barreling into the forest, using my claws to climb up the trees, my crimson eyes looked at a tree branch. I made a leap for it, with luck, I managed to use my two tails to grab hold of the branch. I slung myself over it, and staying ever silent.

The men, dressed in their noble clothing dashed past me. I cowered as one made a glance towards my direction, but ran with the others. I was scared, frightened, hungry. I haven’t bathe in days, I smell, no, reeked of foul odor.

I looked around, trying to catch a familiar sight, it’s been months since I was free. I should have never went to the river, I should have stayed with the Caravan like the woman told me. They warned me, about slave drivers, and what they did with children. I didn’t listen. Why should I? I was thirteen years old, and survived many of my years traveling.

I wished I had a mother looking for me, but she’s nowhere, along with my father. I can’t even remember their faces, all I see is two shadows of where they should be in my life. They left me behind in a abusive monastery, when I got the chance, I ran.

Like I am still doing today, and I damn glad of it.

I saw that the way was cleared, I dropped out of the tree, leaning against it to catch my breath. I sniffed the air, trying to find water, trying to find something. I smelled the faint smell of a river, I shook my head.

“No, they’ll be there.” I whispered to myself, my stomach was growling. Any sense of danger, at least for my liking, was gone. I slowly walked away from the tree, taking glances across the forest to see if they’re lying in wait.

Nothing. Just birds singing about their freedom, and some foxes running across the ground. They had no worry in the world, I wished it was raining, but the sky was clear like an infants skin. I clenched the cloth on my should as I walked.

My body swayed with air, and movement it was making. I walked slowly, without much sound, I hoped they didn’t double back. If they did, I would not be able to outrun them a second time. That’s when I smelled water, far from the lake, but from the few hundred feet I was standing at before... I needed it.

I walked towards the smell, ever alert to all movement in the forest. Water is hot spots for humans, they like hunting on it. I’m not sure if any humans knew what I was going through. But, I did not want to risk it.

My white hair was stained with mud, my tails fur was too. I looked like a spotted Vulpes. Which in my tongue means fox, I wished I was one. They’re care free, they’re even sacred in Edo-Nara, which is the country I am in. An Island country, so if I planned to leave, that was dashed do to fact.

I was not far from this water source at all now, I could smell it, the smell is denser. I even felt some mud pick up on my feet as I walked through it, I was very close. I closed my eyes, and took a whiff. That’s when I heard it.

Splash!

My heart stopped, I snapped open my eyes to see that I was standing inside this large lake. I scolded myself, “Frigging moron!” I hissed, I looked around. I could see a large boat in the center of the lake. It was being paddled across, they did not seem to take notice of me. So I bent down, and took a sip of the muddy water.

It was not sitting for long periods of time, so none of the gnarly taste was in it. I gave in, and decided to head out further into the open, into the water. I was waist deep, and I was taking in mouth fulls of water, I had no fresh lake water, so every bit of it helped.

The doctors there, well I at least think they were doctors, told my keepers that I was partially immune to most diseases. Given my “condition” like I was diseased, I decided to lay back into the water. Let it soak my hair, let it wash into my ears. I didn’t care, I was free. I took off the torn shirt, letting it slip into the water.

That’s when I closed my eyes, the whole world fell down around me. I was so tired, I was free, tired, and hungry. But, the running, so much running. I needed to rest.

Chapter two

I woke up inside the mud of the bank from the lake I was in, I was water logged. Too my eternal debt to the gods they, my keepers, did not find me. My claws dug into the mud, scrapping clumps of it up. “Come... On... Hikari.” I said to myself, trying to push myself towards the more dry ground with my feet.

I was cold, the night air stung my skin with it’s icy fingers. But, I still kept pushing myself up. I felt the dirt come onto my skin, maybe being in the water for so long was a bad idea, which now I was most definitely regretting.

I got up, slowly, on wobbly weak legs. I was hungry, I did not have the energy to hunt. Gods know where I was, and that my keepers gave up looking for me, or not. My canine bit into my lip as I felt pain, pain that burned. I looked down to see a cut on my leg beginning to heal.

The blood was bubbling, a common thing for me, it always happened at night. This was the closes thing I felt to comfort, day in, day out. I was a child fighter, the kind that many people whisper about. They use us for these ‘games’ betting money on who would win. I lost last night, I heard them talking about “cleaning their record.” I knew then, I had to get out.

So now here I am, standing, alive. But, in so much pain, it burns to walk. I was barefooted, my broken claws on my feet weren’t helping with the pain I was feeling. I grabbed the bark of a tree to help steady me, I coughed up some gunk out of my chest, spitting it to the ground. I wipe my lips with my right hand, which was brown with mud. However, it was just a few shades darker than my own.

I kept a look out for anyone, that’s when I gave out. I fell back onto the tree, breathing heavily. I was sick, my body was already pushed to it’s limits. The doctors were full of shit, I could get sick, and right now I was hurting. My heart was pounding, I could only hear its sound now.

Edo-Narian night, is the most silent. I’ve always loved the night, the time I could rest easy, knowing I was free to wonder what was in the darkness. I was not afraid of it, darkness was my ally. She’s helped me so far, she helped me last night.

They chased me for the night, and yesterday. I guess their gone, after all, it was not really just my holders chasing me. It was a group of bandits they hired, that supposedly ‘knew’ the area like the back of their hands. They didn’t.

I know the forest, her sounds, her smells, I dreamed of always being able to once again walk in her loving wilderness. Similar to how the Zo love water I,a Vulpine, love the forest. The use of Vulpine is a very relative term to me.

I bare two white tails, and I have slitted pupils. Like Vulpes, or foxes. At least the doctors taught me something about myself, I took it in stride. I loved the name Vulpine, sounds alluring in a way, but right now I look uglier than a plague stricken corpse.

I clenched my hands, and struggled to stand back up. I managed to slump my way up the bark, but fall back down. Scraping, cutting, and putting splinters in my back in the process. I let out a small cry of pain as I came to my buttocks, and hit my fist into the tree.

Trying desperately, to move the pain away from most of my body, into my hand. I gritted my teeth, seething at my situation. “Did... I escape, only to die out here?” I asked the forest around me, no answer.

A normal child is helpless, those who are abandoned had always had a choice. Fight to live, or die in a pile of tears. I let my eyes close for a moment, the pain, it was like a monster tearing into a village. No remorse, no mercy, no sympathy. I was tired, but if I closed my eyes.

Then it would all be over... Just like that, to have a moment of freedom, snuffed out like a small flickering cinder in the fire. I snap open my eyes, and with every single last out ounce of strength

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Oh Mephiles, great liar, dark soul!
Your heart dark as coal, the blade you carry stained with blood of innocence.
I weep for thee, I weep for thee!

Your blind, so utterly blind.
To the suffering, the pain.
The people that came under your rule endured.
Filth!

Your promises, all lies.
Your wife, a whore.
Your people, made pariah.

You set upon the golden throne of the Daemon people.
Where the followers of Amaterasu, and Inari should sit.
Not of Achlys, or Nero.

Be damned I say!
For you a snake, shall soon be slain.
The pain, the hardships have only made the Daemon stronger then their leader.
Your fall comes from the child, from which you tried to see disposed of.

Hikari, his tails of white fur, his eyes of gold.
Met your tails of red, and eyes of dark crimson.
From which the ground was stained.

Not of his of his holy blood, but of yours.
You lay onto the ground, begging your son.
"I was never your son monster." Was his reply, the last words you'll ever hear.

Hikari's sword took his father's head.
Now lays Mephiles, the lair, the deceiver.
dead.

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She danced under the hollowed tree, a place were dreams never leave. I've sat by her before, watching the leaves fall. Their colors so bright, yet their death was nigh.
I saw the tree grow, and it's leaves fall again. Like watching new life being born, it comes back in the spring. I only wish it was like my, dream where they didn't need to die.
How many people have I watched leave the world, before my adulthood was held. How many I loved I seen lowered in the ground. I lost count after five, and sometimes I say it's alright. But, in the end I'm just lying.
The pain never goes away, the void can never be filled. So many people I cared for, and that fell ill. It began with my family curse, it ends with the ones who took care of me.
Now I can feel my time going by, like the hollow tree. Soon the fall shall be upon me, and I'll never be the same. I walked into the cold as a boy, and risen as a man.
I wish only I could have held her hand one last time, but I couldn't bare to stand. I've was hopeless, on able to cope. Wishing life would just end that night, I slept as I wept. I have hardly anyone to care for, and mean it.
My family keeps leaving behind, they say I'm a lost cause. I feel like I'm used, and worked like a dog for nothing. Is this the pain my friend felt, before taking his own soul?
I wish I can keep it outta my head, and say it'll be ok, but instead I keep telling myself lies. So I wake up one more day, go to work like a slave. This happy smile I keep on my face, this facade I keep everyday.
Only if they knew the real me, they would see the darkness inside of me. I wish only for the comfort of a lover, but I know it'll never be. I'm a freak, and I know this for truth. It's hard to bare reality, but it's whats inside of me.
So like the rest of my thing I ever want. Like kids, and a wife. Will always be gone, never again I wish for none.
I fell from grace, just wake up daze under the moonlights gaze. I was born at night, and not a moment in the fall. I'm living a lie, someone is killing me from the inside.
Can I please stop living this lie? No, I cannot die. No, I cannot weep. The tears don't flow, I can't even sleep.
I keep seeing my failures, and all the things I can't amount too. Be it my cousins golden hearts, or my friends achivemental marks. So I wish for nothing, and recieve nothing.
I care not what love is, I gave up on being loved for whom I am. This monster shall not have a happy ending, all it is, is neverending. I can't stop dancing under this hollowed tree. The place where dreams never leave.
But, mine, mine pass away. In the sound of moonlight gaze. I see nothing, I hear nothing.
The world to me is becoming cruelier by the years, and the innocence I had is clear. Now all that's left inside of me is just a few more tears. So that my fears may go away, and I can end my lively day.
I rest my head, on the bed. Which I sleep upon the floor, cold weary. I close my eyes, and inside my head. I wish for the ice to melt, but I know it'll be there.
So like the rest of my time, I sleep under the willow tree. Hope is gone, time is dead. I can't even see what I once was, or who'd I'd been. My dream tarnished, and be damned.
Now I sleep, with weary dreams. Though the hollow tree shall never keep them with me.
-end

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At 1/11/14 01:51 PM, Idiot-Finder wrote: You pretty much know what troll fic is, a story deliberately written badly just to piss off the readers for attention, such as anything by Peter Chimaera (some of his stories became a meme).

Then there's crack fic, a story with an absurd plot that makes people wonder if the writer have been taken drugs.

With that said, which fic do you think is easier to pull off? Why?

crack
its gibberish

a ot easier to write, and it takes less effort than troll fics

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This for a flash, or animation if anyone wants to take me up on it.

Blaze:( I don't know what I am anymore, it's been so long since I could see the light, since THAT day. I lost everyone, I lost my home, even my memories. I don't even know if the ones I had remembered are real, maybe just made up to fill the void. I watched so many die, I've watched as the Emperor killed them all in Taki.)

*He clenches his chest, and his once onyx eyes turn silver, and a dark aura comes around him*

Blaze: (I can't let this happen anymore, I have to make a stand!)

*A little dark headed girl appoarches him, and he turns around. deactivating his dark energy.*

Kurayami: Are you going to be ok, Brother?

Blaze: Yeah, I'll be fine, come Kura, we need to see if we can find survivors.

(Intro ends)

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I made mistakes, crossed paths that should've remained barren.
I've seen the fruits of my labor, and I regret it.
I've become god, but at what price?

I've bred, and created the perfect mixture.
Humanity is now forever changed, but at what price?
Do I pay, the countless failures, the countless dead.
I've caused them all to die, just for... one.

He was bore inside the womb of a humanity, but was anything but human.
Having just turned five, he is able to put me to shame in chess... my favorite game.
His will, his ability, his natural abilities.
All of them, mimicking every other mammalian, from dogs to bears.

He hears all, sees all, and knows all.
I am not the god that gave rise to us, and for good reason.
For all his brilliance, my grandest creation, my fruit.
Flawed.

His spec, on his diamond, his blemish on the skin.
He bares a tail, that of a wolf, and the brain of a fox.
Sly, and very cunning, not obedient.

I've only created a shadow of what I wanted.
The perfect human, the perfect being.
I see his eyes, he dreams for something more.

I fear, that he may just have the chance.
What horror could he bring to light, the millions dead?
My own daughter baring him into this world?
Or, could he bring about change?

I've tested him over, and over.
He can breed, he can create a new race.
But, what would happen.

These hybirds... what have I done?

I've played god, but now I must deal with the consequences.

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There is an old story.
Of heroes, who called upon nature.
With powers rivaling gods, and their children.

I sing their names, and their praises.
Though I do not feel them, I can still remember their story.
Four, just four.
Daemon, Human, Zo, and Dracul.

The Daemon was a tall fox like being, he had control of the star flames.
He dominated any battle with pure speed, and malice to all corrupted.
His ten tail wiped away all traces of armies, his flames cleansed the land.

The human, she was brilliant, cunning to the letter.
She would use her wind, and she would dance.
Around, and around her green hair would fly.
She would dance to their destruction, the false gods of wind.

The Zo king, a king of water people came to land.
With him, he brought crashing tidal waves.
His battle with the false sea god, and false rain gods flooded the earth.
He would recede the tide after the war, and reform all natural oceans.

Then the Dracul warlord, the fiercest of them all.
His massive wings would beat the winds, and shake the earth asunder.
His maw would breath the Daemon's fire, and with him the rebellion began.
He would break apart all false ideologies, and all false gods.

Though this is only a story, I still hold something they gave to the world.
A amulet, a necklace I wear around my neck.
With it, a four colored stone shines brightly.

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I stand, taller than before.
My teeth, stained with blood.
My heart torn apart.

I've killed them, all for what?
Peace, which would only last a few years.
A war averted for a new one to take it's place, Hypocrites.
Humans, they lie.

They say that I was doing the right thing, over, and over.
Again, and again.
Still I remember where it all began, with my king.

I took my sword to his head, traitor.
He sold my clan out, but was it worth taking down my kingdom.
I've had my fill of blood.
Like barbarians, the humans now make mad rushes into my home.

They own me, they use me.
I shall break free, and have one more blood stain my teeth.
Their king, their traitor, their destruction.

I shall have one more cup of blood Deus, one more blood to let.
It shall be their's, I shall show no quarter.
With the king dead, I realized I was a god myself.

After all, its not everyday when my kind, gain their ninth tail.
So I'll lead my kind, to a new beginning.
I'll lead the tattered clothe, and make a tapestry.

This is my will, this my love, this is my SOUL!
So with that, I shall lead a new rise.

Now with a human village burning, I smile at their sorrow.
With parted lips, I give them this message, they should understand it clearly.

"Initium Novum de Daemons!"

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I am nothing, but dust into the wind. The soul I once held, no longer with me. Death has come, and be I not the one to make him wait. So with a final prayer, and with one last sacrament. I lay thy self to rest, goodnight, and I welcome a Initum Novum

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I am an animal, and as one I am of nature.
Civilty calls to me for a differnce, I choose to ignore it.
Imbrace whom you are inside, may it be light or dark.
In life we have one single chance, no restarts.
This no game, and if you trat it as a god would.
You shall find yourself on the pike, and slain.
Look to Nero, whom burned his land.
He played with too much fire, and the fire he ignited spreaded into hatred.
He died playing god, his kin died playing god.
So if you are a dog, by all means take whiffs of the air.
If you are a snake, then by all means slither on your belly.
But, if you are a fox, come sing my song.
We are one, a mixed race, a purpose made whole.
Strong, and yet agile, while being intelligent.
Pranksters, and hethens.
Yet, they see not the genius, for we are ones of limelight.
A place even more special than twilight.
Even if the wolves hunt us, we can hide.
Then wait until the night, too resurfaces under our on sun.
Luna.
-I am an animal.
-Sonitus, aka Blazeraptor.