Death's Angel

[ail]

"Jekyll...without a doubt..

...you have cursed me."

Within one of the many caverns used as residency in Moxtli's jungles, beneath her bed and distastefully unorganized, lie the ramblings of a woman tainted by fel magics. Some of her written thoughts are organized and compact, while other appear to be hastily jotted down on scattered scraps of paper. 

"Oh, on that fateful day when we last clashed, I recall our brief words vividly. I'd long grown tired of the seemingly mindless actions of your kin. I'd grown sick of how your species hunts, with what appears to be no true desire in mind. No justification for the bloodshed and violence was ever given to me. All I'd ever received from your ilks hunts is threats upon my life, and a new scar to add to the many others. It sickened me to no end. So when I confronted you with this, and you claimed these actions were committed in the name of fun? I felt what I assumed to be the pinnacle of bitterness.

My assumptions where wrong, for I'd soon know what true bitterness is.

...though, it's funny, isn't it?

...for you weaponized that bitterness, and gave me all I needed to destroy you helspawn."

The rest of this parchment contains the phrase, 'you cursed me', no less than three hundred times. Yet, beneath it lie musings upon another demon. While their name is never stated, any who'd come across this particular creature would likely know of just whom she refers.

"Kill them?
I should kill them?
Every single one of them?
Any fool who sympathizes with and aids your kind?

All responsible for the growing blight of demonkind upon Esshar?

I should destroy them?

How dare you be correct?

...I have despised it for some time. Not a long time, but some time. I couldn't begin to tell you when I started to loathe it, but I know I loathe it now. I loathe the fools that move to defend demons. I've always loathed the people who use the freedom that Azrael attained for them (and yes perhaps at one point tried to steal it all away but can you blame him most of you are stupid) to usher forth endless war. But, I think I hate demon sympathizers the most. You know, the types who will tell you they aren't so bad, while a spider is chewing through their calf? The kinds who will look a wolf in the eyes as it's tearing through their rib cage, and call it a good puppy? The kind who will watch tigers rip the kin apart, and tell you that they aren't so bad? Just big, misunderstood kitties? Those that'd fornicate with the nightmares of man, yet refer to you as the devil when your turn nightmares into day dreams?

Yes.

Those.

How dare you be correct, about the fate they deserve?

The blood you demons spill is on their hands just as much as it is yours.

For they allow your invasion.

They welcome your feasting.

They choose to be fools.

They should all...just...

Die."

[ail]

Among her research notes lies more misplaced, scribbled down ramblings. They lie in no particular order, and it's unlikely that she ever intended for her siblings to read them. Still, her frustrations and musings are illustrated across scraps ranging anywhere from napkins to scribbled over research notes.

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"...Amaranthis keeps bugging me for children. Due to her nature, I cannot tell if this is for the purpose of humor, or if she believes that it'll create more warriors. Regardless, I built an incubator. I hatched a stolen egg, well aware that a demon or wyrm may have lied inside. Much as either of the aforementioned creatures being hatched within my people's headquaters would've been hilarious, what I brought to life was a bat. A strange little creature that seems to have vague control over electromagnetic fields. More research will need to be done on this.

While it may be just a bat, it could assist in my revenge on Raijin. I'll name it Najin, for now.

To serve as a constant reminder of what I must do.

Even if I hear he's long since left Esshar. I can't tell if this is a blessing, or god punishing me.

Something to look into again, later. Probably never."

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"...I think I'm falling in love. Words I never once imagined I'd think, sincerely. A few have caught my waning interest, at times, but of the two I so much dared consider worth the headache and hassle of such relations, I tried to kill them. A terrible habit I've picked up since that fated encounter with Jekyll. Perhaps a good thing he killed my weakness, and unwillingness to decapitate an enemy. I might've done something foolish, and kind-hearted,

like forgive them.

...foolish, yet kind. It's that kindness and warmth that draws me to you, like a moth to a flame.

I loathe it.

Yet, I feel at ease when you're around.

So at ease, it's uncomfortable."

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"...it's another one of those days, that I believe you were right. For as long as I've wanted to surpass you, to deny your method of saving this world, I've always loathed one particular aspect of your teachings. I admire the freedom you gave man, even if I've come to despise what man does with such freedoms. I admire that courage that it must've taken, to go against the grain, and save those that care not for salvation. Yet, I hate how many parallels can be drawn between your story and mine. For, as long as I've tried to surpass you, at times it feels as if I'm becoming a less capable version of you.

Some days I hate you.

Some days I wish you'd have won.

Other days I wish Avalon would burn.

At least, then, I wouldn't suffer within this shithole you both created.

But, here I am, still trying to rescue it."

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"I'm an awful person.

Such an obvious self-aware assessment isn't so difficult to make, yes? No, it seems few have such capabilities. I'm tired of arguing with those who lack a skill so essential, so basic, as reflection. How a human can march alongside the manifestations of their literal fucking nightmares, and point at Faustus' kingdom screaming 'demons in flesh' is beyond me. Not all is black and white, but the desires of demons are pretty fucking black and white. I...cannot stand, most of these people. It's as if they failed to fully form within the womb, were thrown down a flight of stairs, and somehow attained the gift of magic.

I'm an awful person.

I can say it. I've met a few, capable of admitting it. Capable of admitting that they like the power a demon can provide, capable of admitting that they sell their souls for a fleeting sense of power, capable of admitting that they don't care if they go to Hel'! But, each time, I meet one that tries to preach morality each time one of their own is slain. I can't help, but play a single word within my mind.

Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool.

Why weep when they're dragged into the pits of hel'? Why behave with a sense of moral superiority, when you chose this path?

...I chose to be awful. I chose to slaughter those that dare side themselves with devils that aimed to turn this world into a hunting ground for their kin. Chose to kill those who'd dare look me in the eye and preach on behalf of these monsters as I lie bleeding out upon the ground. How can one be foolish enough to look at the rend flesh of children within a demons maw, the  lifestream torn asunder, and the world falling apart.

And claim to be morally superior?

It isn't hard. Look at the blood on your hands, as I look at the blood on mind, and say it with me.

We are awful."

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"...I think I've figured it out. I think I know, what must be done, to fix things. Death, in some sense, has always been then answer. But, this...?

Is far more wicked than anything my enemies have done.

Yet far more just than the whims of Kraus.

I should find what I need in Theria, to begin.

I hear they had clowns. I hope I find a cute mask.

It's been so hard to refrain from laughing lately.

If I didn't, I'd likely...break. But, I can't succumb to such weaknesses.

I'm better than that."

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