Drew Miser
Period 3
The Lost Chapter
A soft bunch these mortals are. Awake and watchful to the skies above looking to and for whom has struck me down. He loves them, even the doubtful ones, even the weak ones. A chink in his armor they are, a future wound to be blown against the "almighty". He looks to them for inspiration and hope. Looks for their love and acceptance. What could be to gain from the weak? Even with acceptance, how partial it must be. Always doubtful, they are. He who rules is only as strong as his followers. He is weak. Though few, my people are strong. Struck down, we bathe in our vengeance, clear our dirtied pores of what was and accept our cleanliness in the flames that trap us, this hole we cannot yet climb out of. My father is misguided. He looks to those that have nothing to offer to strengthen his kingdom, our home, my home. How do they not see? How truly blind my family must be. Immortals. We are immortal. Why toil with the helpless and hollow-minded when we can further strengthen our kingdom, my throne? Trapped behind the gates of Hell due to his unforeseen strength, a strength unknown. What mortals have to offer I do not know. What I do accept is the strength that barreled into the jaw of my cause. The passive strength of a man I once thought vulnerable. What he sees in the pitiful is out of my reach but these beings, these beings I extend my arm to. A turning point in this war, they are. The wound will be blown. The manipulation of the such will be easy. Their minds are ones to be molded, clay to the hands of the avenger. Their strength unneeded, what they offer to my enemies besides subtle and misplaced pride and hope I do not know but with their minds and hearts on my side they have nothing to offer to this war but a variety of wounds to my opposition. Agents they will be, a plague on the holy ground of my Father converting his people. Their numbers will dwindle as mine strengthen. The strength, equivalent to the livelihood of my enemy will slowly but surely run from such wounds like blood. They will bleed out. An unavoidable conclusion to this plot, a mistake to be avoided is the strengthening of their hope and love for my father and his people. If they do manage to resist, the doubt shall fade and a true belief will be planted in the skies above their puny bodies. Though mortal, their belief would be immortal, their strength in numbers will further overpower that of mine and the hope for revenge will fade, the purpose of my being sent to this damned place shall be erased and I truly will be doomed. Truly and surely.