The Protagonist
Greetings!
And salutations!
Have you found us?
I don't think so…
But, keep looking.
Watching you bumble and stumble around gives us such tickled joy.
Your crusade, borne on wings of blood and gore.
The body count that racks up in your wake.
Fight all you might, you will never find us.
Yet, you still try.
And you fight to your last tooth and nail each and every time.
Your skills honed and your actions brutal and without remorse.
Truly, a work of perfection on your battlefield wreathed by a sunless sky.
Your enemies, somehow men of logic and science, yet still cloaked in mystery and the occult.
An odd combination to us, but you humans do know best how to trick and unify against each other.
Fight, my Angel of Death.
You must fight.
Do what comes natural.
The blood of the men you slaughter shall pave your path of destiny.
You may think us mad men.
You just want us to vanish from your plain of existence.
To leave your world alone.
But still you follow us.
Still you fight us.
How little you realize about the new order of your reality.
But, at second glance, what you do know you see quite plainly.
You know who your enemies are.
And you exterminate with extreme, almost unrestrained prejudice.
What is your facade?
The one thing we do not know.
What mask did you create that we cannot see past?
No matter...time will tell of its integrity.
No time to think of it now.
You must kill.
Kill.
Annihilate.
Brutalize.
Eviscerate.
Traumatize.
…
…?
Confusion…
The mind is lost…
There is static…
Much too much clutter and fuzz…
…
We must go on…
…
Why, you ask, must you murder and give the plight of pain to all in your path?
I'm sorry…
But I am not the one to answer you.
Even if I could…
...it is much too fun for there to be no answer at all.
Wouldn't you agree?
I know we do.
So do what you do best, "Master Protagonist."
Advance the story.
Kill the enemies we throw in your way.
Entertain your gods.
Follow us blindly, if you choose.
It matters not to us.
For the Death and War will continue either way.
And we shall cry: "What fun! Oh, what fun!"
For, it is our creations, that give us the most joy.
After all...I know all of the answers.
Come and get them, my Dark Disciple.
Make our day.
And we will surely make yours.
Probably…
Maybe…
Who knows?