Burning Lilac Part 1
"Hehehe… Your pathetic, and you call yourself one of us?" I hissed at the now dead body lying at my feet.
"*sigh* Pathetic…Pathetic… THEY'RE ALL PATHETIC!" I half yelled into the desolate hallway of the nether fortress, while one of the nether fleet commanders simultaneously gazed at me in fear and shuddered, "Tch" I snarled.
I walked into the hall and halted to a stop when I seen Daarken lying up against a wall. He raised an eyebrow and sighed. "What did you do to one of those superiors now?" he groaned while crossing his arms and resting his fist against his chin. I smirked sadistically "You know what happens when someone infringes don't you?" I creased my eyebrows and frowned. "Of course but must your facial
expressions be so unpleasant?" he stared; I shrugged "its how I act I guess…" I sighed "Whatever" he stretched.I continued to walk down the hall when I seen a man gazing out the window with his arms crossed; he was high in stature and had azure blue hair tied in a long ponytail that came down to the middle of his back. He also had bangs but they weren't the same height then some hair that
came down to his chin covered his right eye. He noticed I was staring at him and then he turned towards me... "It's been a while you assailant…" he scowled "Not long enough hypocrite… I deem that there's a congregation hm?" I frowned "Indeed the others wish to meet you at the Daggmar Peak." he stated, you nodded and he disappeared. I headed towards my chamber to acquire my
weaponry, a dual blade, daggers, and my various abilities are all I need. I have a few abilities such as animal mimicry, physical duplication, echolocation, and fire and heat manipulation. The man I met just now... he is the god of water, ice, winter, etc. every one of us has superhuman abilities, I myself am a god. I control fire, heat, and the season summer. There are only 6 gods, Fire, Water, Air, Earth,
Light and Dark. Each has special abilities. Earth has plant and earth manipulation, Water has cold, ice, and moisture manipulation, Air has wind and weather manipulation, Light has sun, and day manipulation, and Dark has moon, and night manipulation.
I subsequently reach the Daggmar Peak; the village was bloody and destroyed, bodies of the griffin clan lying on the frozen ice of the mountain peak...
- There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking. Thus we hate what threatens our person, our liberty, our privacy, our income, our popularity, our vanity and our dreams and our plans for ourselves. If we can isolate this element in what we hate we may be able to cease from hating.
Analyse in this way the hatred of ideas or of the kind of people whom we have once loved and whose faces are preserved in Spirits of Anger. Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; the child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them. ~ Cyril Connolly