A warrior filled to the brim with rage and hate...
A story came into my head clearly after hearing this loop Maestro. It was so clear and the image so real that my fingers are shaking while I'm typing this. A young warrior is born but not born by any natural means at all. He was created by the gods themselves as their tool of utter destruction and power. His skill knows no equal, his power knows no ends, his rage knows no limit. He lives to destroy all who would oppose the very fragile peace that the gods have engineered throughout the land. However, unknown to even the gods themselves this warrior somehow within the very body that holds endless power found the love for the country that he had been assigned to protect till the day he should breath his last. Whenever he would fight he would always remember this line. "I fight not for the gods that created me, but for the country that I have grown to love..." So when the clans of the land threaten to tear the entire country apart with their hatred and cruelty for each other the young warrior stands between the opposing sides of hatred as an angel of light from heaven itself. The people of the land who are tormented throughout the day and night see him as a hero. Upon hearing this he merely chuckles to himself and says, "Now there's something the gods and not even I would expect. For someone like me who has only thought of fighting and killing to protect the peace of this land...I never would have imagined or even dreamed that I would rise to this..." Keep up the good work...