He refuses to claim a legacy of his own.
Preferring the squalor of the human world.
No lightening energy flowing through his veins,
Fueled by the demon world and rituals.
Flashy, cocky caveman
Relying on brute strength alone.
"We are the sons of Sparda," he says.
Yet what has he done to live to our father's legacy
as one of the most powerful beings of the demon world.
I have done it all, and mastered every weapon,
Even those I despise.
I need more power.
I will be like Father.
And yet…
My brother returns, again and again.
Refusing to be defeated, refusing to give in.
And we battle again and again, and I emerge the champion.
But this final time, here in our father's home…I was defeated.
Why? I do not understand.
I went through so much more, understood so much more.
I was invincible.
What does he have that I do not?
What hardships did he go through to get this sudden power?
Where does it come from? His sword? His guns?
Why do I even care to learn?
Why does he care that I fall into this abyss?
And why did he reach out his hand?