Chapter 10: A philosophy.

"I can see. The folly is mine, I suppose. My paranoia, and my lust for savage, and the greatest of all so close to my hands. Rare are moments of such clarity for me, this strange sentiment taken so strongly a hold of my mind."

"My body finally embraced its glory, taken and forged into a body of artificial armor, stronger than even the scales that used to cover my form. Somewhere inside, my heart still beats, this new rage pulsing thru my veins in lieu of my own blood."

"It burns everything, even myself. I can feel the exciting torment that runs through my body with astonishing velocity. I am Dais, but you know me as Wreckoning."

"I know what you did to me, Brother Death, and the blood of your child shall be the sweetest treat I have had in eons of agony!"

The wicked Wyrm lifts its tremendous body higher into the sky, and as he eventually flies past the clouds, Dais slowly swans over them.

"Listen! There is this song again … this beautiful melody. It casts my sanity aside and releases a wonderful sensation. I am satisfied, although eons ago I was not."

Disappointment.

"A mortal feeling, a petty illusion and pathetic influence. The anger boils up in me. It's growing … spreading through my very body."

Hate.

"Every single thought, muscle and bone are fueled by it. It is hate that keeps me alive, pushes me forward and transmutes my being into a numb entity of power and armor."

The melody.

"It amplifies my true sentiment. Like beams of fire rupturing through my head. The crimson liquid of mortals so frantically spilled. Their screams are the rhythm, their cracking bones the drums and the despair my climax."

Savage.

"Why is it a characteristic, feature and not an emotion or sentiment? If I remove, destroy, annihilate, extinguish and obliterate my disadvantages, discomforts and obstacles, then they will no longer bother and disturb!"

His philosophy is so simple, plain and easy. No laws, religions and mistakes, only savage. Willpower and fury, veneration and respect would create the ideal mayhem.

Petty racism is going to be cast into oblivion and corrupt individuals, weak opponents and puny mortals will face his wrath and power. For he is power incarnate!

"They are nothing but shadows of the past. Long forgotten and weak. They all are. Useful peons perhaps, but nothing more!"

With every powerful beat, Dais' wings exhaust raw power that lacerates the clouds beneath him.

The titanic Wyrm swans through the sky, eying the mortal infested surface with disdain and annoyance. But his plan is about to be set in motion. Only one step is missing, and then the day will come for Dais' perfect world.

"Nila calm down damnit!" roars Notiic whilst still tackling the angry Pre-Kishin to the ground, over and over again. "It's not Asura who is fighting Dais!"

Raging and screaming, the female Meister isn't coming to a halt and tries to get back on the ground, unsuccessfully.

"What is wrong with her?" queries Mikune. Scared and surprised by Nila's sudden berserk, the young witch hides behind her partner.

However Damion himself is quite afraid of the Meister right now, seeing how the girl can suddenly turn into a raging monster.

"Kenji! Momo! Do something or she'll never quit!" yells Notiic towards the siblings.

Momo begins to cry and Kenji's desperate expression reveals that even the only close friends Nila has don't know a cure.

"I despise these fragile mortals even more since Shinigami claimed them as his greatest invention. They are naïve, bold and disrespectful! Their bodies are weak and malfunction at the slightest touch."

"How can mankind be a wonderful spawn of evolution if it isn't able to live in unity, and at the top of the chain. Suicide, murder, delinquency, incest, ignorance, racism and much, much more pathetic idiocy!"

The tectonic rivulets begin to spit and rage fire across the clouds as Dais swans past them, dashing off into the thoughts that once destroyed his mind and made him what he is now.

"Myriads of juveniles they are, nothing more. I am sick of the truce between mankind and others. They are like an infection, they spread and plague. I will squash every single child and burn their homes!"

The crimson eyes light up with immense heat and fury, and the wing beats become stronger and stronger.

"Shinigami's offspring is going to protect his pets at all cost, but he will fail, and fall. They sacrificed too much power in mankind and now won't stand a chance against me!"

"The Kishins are inexperienced, but worthy to live and are all I need to eradicate these puny humans. Their own lack of power causes them to fall. Madness, the 'chaos' they fear."

Dais taunts Shinigami, Death the Kid and humanity itself without regrets and in hopes of getting the Great War he seeks. The one war which will bring him his paradise.

"Erratic and illogical thoughts, limitless possibilities and freedom. Infinite ideas rage through their heads but these morals call it a force of evil. Pathetic! Madness is the one solution for all!"

"WRECKONING! Yes that will be the force. A cleansing power which will remove and kill all who stand in my way. And then, there will be my paradise."

"The true paradise with countless opportunities! Those who are strong enough to surpass mankind will find their salvation and ransom within my beautiful world!"

Suddenly the roaring and boasting dies, and the mighty Wyrm becomes silent. Only the wing beats and the seething magma continue their sound of destruction.

"Yet, I sense something that does not feel as comfortable as Wreckoning. There lurks an essence beyond my roach that jeopardizes the future."

"Weak pulses of souls crawl through my sensory receptors and forcefully remind me of this pathetic system which my brother once created!"

The incredible energy that rages across his body boils and spits just by thinking of his cursed sibling. Almost blind with rage, the dragon begins to smile.

"Infinite satisfaction shivered down my spine when his skull cracked open and his unworthy soul was devoured to serve as my host and victim."

"My ribcage and its armor can barely hold the raw power that screams and rages from the inside. It wants to come out and put an end to the great thirst for ... souls."

Sudden and swift, the Wyrm darts into the clouds and approaches the earth with immense speed. And now the God of War found a new target. New Delhi.

Yours faithfully,

Skadow