Chapter 3 Bloodlust
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Weak. Pathetic. Powerless. Frightened. Still a child. I have to become stronger!
No one else can die. No one else can get hurt. I have to protect them, I can't fail again! What has all my training been for if not to protect everyone that I care about? What's the point in having a sword if I can't use it? Why even bother training if I can't kill any demons? Useless!
I have to become stronger!
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Still weak. Still so weak! Pathetic, weak demons! So easy to kill. Not worth my time, not worth the effort. I have to become stronger!
They need me, they need my help. The other warriors fight day-by-day to protect this land and its people. I have to become stronger. No more training, no more practicing, no more drills and dummies and simple, easy, pathetic, weak prey! I want to fight!
I have to become stronger! I have to protect everyone! No one else can get hurt, no one else can die. Just those filthy, monstrous, evil demons! They have to die! And I have to become stronger.
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Yes! Yes! Victory! Blood! Black, viscous gore staining my sword and dripping from my hands. Look at all the blood, such beautiful, ugly blood! So much demon filth, all wrought by my blade. So many monsters dead and harmless, never to rise again. Dead, dead, dead! Defeated! I killed them all, split them in two and protected the border by the blood spilt on the ground.
More, more! Let them come! Let them taste steel and fear! Let my sword slice them open and cleave them apart! Let them all come. Let them all die. Their deaths will make me stronger, each monster I slay will bring me strength.
I will defeat all my enemies, I will become stronger and no one will stop me!
I need to become stronger!
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Too easy. All to easy. This prey is weak, these demons are weak, these men are weak. All of them die so easily, so quickly. All fall to my blade. Enemies with black blood, enemies with red blood. Human. Monster. All die, all bleed so readily for my Silver Dragon.
Weak! At least give me a challenge! At least make it difficult for me! I can't become stronger like this! Stronger! Stronger! I need to become stronger!
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Die! All of you are worthless! All of you are weak! Pathetic! Simpering like children and falling like flowers in a storm! All of you are weak!
What happened to the strength of the warriors? Where did all your power go? I spent my whole life admiring this? Spent so many years seeking strength from you? Weak!
Fight me! Give me a battle worthy of my Silver Dragon! Make me fight for victory, make it a challenge, a struggle! Make me bleed!
Kill me if you can you useless men. I want to see you try. I want to see you fight in vain, winging your sword till your arms grow weary, using all your strength to the very end when I cut you down and take your life and become even stronger for defeating you. I want to see you bleed.
The Silver Dragon will eat your flesh and drink your blood. I will feast on my victory! I will cut you down and watch you die, watch you bleed. I am the strongest warrior that ever lived!
So just die, all of you! Fall before me and bow to my blade! I want to become stronger!