Post by wonderboy on Feb 22, 2010 17:33:07 GMT 1
Fuketsu stood on top of a large building watching all of the people in the town square. As he watched his disgust for them grew. His perfect form shouldn't have to feed on things so disgusting. He was beginning to realize that he was losing all of his memories. The majority had gone but one memory remained, and that was his hate for the disgusting humans. The only ones that deserved to live where the ones who were advanced enough to see his perfection. In his next phase of evolution it seemed that only a few beings could see him. Those were worthy to live. He pondered the idea of finding himself a minion, maybe to do his work, as if he were a god and they were his workers.
Ah yes, the beautiful life that it would become. But no, he would focus on something else. He desperately wanted to find another like him. One who had achieved this perfection. There was no way he was the only one. But if he was, the beginnings of a smile formed on his face. If he was he would rule this world with an invisible iron fist. He would kill person after person until they knew he was their overlord. The choice few who could see him would be his messengers and minions, spreading the word of his terror to every corner of this pathetic world. Oh the beauty of it all was fantastic.
For the moment, the being was full. He seemed to not crave a human soul. He felt the sense of comfort for the moment. Besides, the weak spirits he had been devouring were starting to taste bland and awful. It was as if he was just eating to consume. He was civilized, he required something with more flavor. He wanted to find that but how exactly? How? He climbed down from the building and stood in the street watching the people pass. He watched couples and families walk happily through the streets. His left eye extended to focus in on a young couple holding hands and the woman resting her head on the man's shoulder.
"Love...an emotion I am quite unfamiliar with...maybe, just maybe, I should kill you."
As he pondered he kept his distance waiting for an idea of what to do...
Ah yes, the beautiful life that it would become. But no, he would focus on something else. He desperately wanted to find another like him. One who had achieved this perfection. There was no way he was the only one. But if he was, the beginnings of a smile formed on his face. If he was he would rule this world with an invisible iron fist. He would kill person after person until they knew he was their overlord. The choice few who could see him would be his messengers and minions, spreading the word of his terror to every corner of this pathetic world. Oh the beauty of it all was fantastic.
For the moment, the being was full. He seemed to not crave a human soul. He felt the sense of comfort for the moment. Besides, the weak spirits he had been devouring were starting to taste bland and awful. It was as if he was just eating to consume. He was civilized, he required something with more flavor. He wanted to find that but how exactly? How? He climbed down from the building and stood in the street watching the people pass. He watched couples and families walk happily through the streets. His left eye extended to focus in on a young couple holding hands and the woman resting her head on the man's shoulder.
"Love...an emotion I am quite unfamiliar with...maybe, just maybe, I should kill you."
As he pondered he kept his distance waiting for an idea of what to do...