Since his birth, Iason has only seen war. Raised in the middle of a chaotic time, who could expect more? He could still freshly remember his first battle, won at the green age of fourteen.
Blood and endless pools of blood is all Iason could see on front of him. It did not particularly look all that distaste-full to him. So far, it could be said that he felt nothing for that. But the dirt..the dirt! Oh, the distasteful sight of dirt!
He absentmindedly kicked a small dirt covered pebble in front of him. What he did not know was, that was not a 'pebble' he just kicked, it was an eye that was gouged out of one of the thousands of men that were killed in this battle.
Women are dirty. Men are dirty. Humans are dirty. Humanity is dirty. D-I-R-T-Y. Dirty, dirty, dirty...the word was repetitive mantra on his tongue. Refusing to cease.
His mothers words washed over his numb mind.
"To be pure, to be cleansed of dirt, your humanity must cease to exist. In you shall purity be born, like a lotus rising from the dirty waters it was born within.
Only then you can be truly free. Humanity is full of flaws. You need to be flawless. Flawless-ness is the only thing you're born for. You must live up to it. Make your mother proud, alright?"
Perfection..That was what Iason lived for. He breathed for it. None else occupied his mind.
But the unforeseen future held many dirty secrets of it's own.