The Animus Apocrypha

[Laemor]

The time is finally upon us...
Let the islands thirst be satiated by the rivers of blood...
By the accumulation of humanities failures...
I deem thee, unfit...
Finn
I am coming for you...
    

How quickly three years would come to pass... It feels almost like yesterday. That I danced on the fields of war with him. A man among children. If only they could redirect their desire to free the land from demon-kind. To the evolution of their own race, as a whole. Bound by this deity who whispers into their ear, tells them to bride the island of. Me... Of my kind... I can only do what nature requires of me. To survive, thrive. During these tense moments. And as each day passed, I noticed the determination in some beginning to wane. They can tell, they can... Feel it. The difference between them and. I. Yet only through combat do most come to this realization. Without my magics? Would humanity not be, but trapped in stagnation?
  
Am I truly the demon this world projects me to be?

Or am I simply this way... Because they forced me to be?

Questions that find no answers, even in my ascension. I thought maybe... He could give me those answers. That he could tell me, what it is. That truly makes me. Unnatural. Why must I raise my hand to treat humanity like children and spank them? Why do I see something in some, but nothing in others? My studies over the soul are quickly coming to a close... But no matter how far I dig. I only find myself wanting, more. Seeking more, from every answer.
  
Came a hundred more questions.