A war was just what I expected. Mindless, adrenaline filed men flinging themselves at one and other, their bodies controlled as if they were merely puppets by a greater force, limb by limb they are controlled. This is the force which is renowned for sending troops of men, marching to their deaths with smiled forced upon their pitiful faces – souls thrashed from limp bodies, distorted faces with mouths hung ajar as if they were slaughtered mid-scream: realising the sheer magnitude of the position. The minimal odds of them ever seeing their families ever again. How pitiful. Every being on this godforsaken planet believes that a war is needed, wars are victorious and the mightiest force a country could give against the evils' in the universe. When in reality, wars bring nothing but death and destruction to our universe; why do we still partake in this act, if it really is that horrific? I have an answer, a simple word which explains years of military failures.
Chaos. Chaos brings men trembling at their knees, women pale faced as they watched flames erupt from the gates of their homes, sprinting through the streets with the precision of an Olympic medal winning athlete. Kings and queens for centuries have craved this simple emotion, the rush of adrenaline it brings them as they watch as their kingdoms turn into a festering ground of chaos. Obviously, to the naked mind an act of such degree of betrayal would be impossible to believe that it was fact. But this is where I come into play.
I am the force which brings kings to willingly send their best troops into what would be a bloodbath, leaving those kings with no option but to take their own lives when they are left, dwelling in the fact that they have killed hundreds, if not thousands, of their own people. Families left torn apart, even starving wives and children left on the streets after their husbands were cut down as if they were nothing more than blades of grass – trimmed down by the blades of war with no effort. I feed from this pain, for I thrive in times of chaos. No human being could live with the guilt of sending thousands of men to their deaths, so I watch them taking their lives – waiting to feast on their lives, as they are already my property.
Lock me in a cage, throw away the key and hide me in the depths of hell itself. But my power lives forevermore, you sit in my throne and mock me where I stand. You try and entrap me in your pitiful cages and locks, but you will never put out my flames or silence my ever-present whisper as I entice men and women to free me from my demise. A war is certainly what I expected, and a war is what you are going to get. A war which is only uttered by the mouths of those who live in the shadows and hunt with animalistic tendencies.
Lucifer versus the darkness herself. A war which has been anticipated yet labelled as fiction to protect the louts which occupy earth, so try and stop me. I am chaos, and I will prevail – Just wait and see, assbutt.