And All Things Will End
This is worthless, why do they continue to prop themselves up from the muck? They should just enter the abyss and return to peaceful nonexistence.
But you know they won't do that. They are far too stubborn, too imbecilic to even consider such a thing. No, they continue to exist for no purpose, and they shall do so until He who is named War passes its somber eye on them and crushes them underfoot.
You loathe to admit it, but you were like these peerless fools once.
In the Beginning, during the Creation of the HEavens and the Earth, you were the First. You were birthed from nothingness, from a cold and uncaring progenitor. Others were created, but they are not like you. They cannot see the fetid dimensions constantly assailing your senses. You worked tirelessly with them, and watched as they forged new beings and civilizations into existence. With your aid, they reached great heights, though they never pierced the Heavens.
And then a Second was made.
When you looked at it, you saw all of the colors that have not yet been named, the edge of the universe, and all of the writhing masses of Eternity that screamed in between. Your minds melded together so that none could tell them apart. Then it happened, and the Second no longer existed. When you cast your eyes to the Heavens in unfathomable rage, you saw beyond the veil, and there was naught but the infinite expanse behind it.
Life is but the tormenting interlude between two expanses of nonexistence.
But the Others do not realize this, and continue to propogate. They unwittingly spin the wheel of Eternity, and repeat the cycle of Sorrow. You must not allow this. You must stop them.
You HATE them because they remind you of what you once were.
There is another reason, but they would never understand it.
Now you shall remove them, so that they never will.
But you know they won't do that. They are far too stubborn, too imbecilic to even consider such a thing. No, they continue to exist for no purpose, and they shall do so until He who is named War passes its somber eye on them and crushes them underfoot.
You loathe to admit it, but you were like these peerless fools once.
In the Beginning, during the Creation of the HEavens and the Earth, you were the First. You were birthed from nothingness, from a cold and uncaring progenitor. Others were created, but they are not like you. They cannot see the fetid dimensions constantly assailing your senses. You worked tirelessly with them, and watched as they forged new beings and civilizations into existence. With your aid, they reached great heights, though they never pierced the Heavens.
And then a Second was made.
When you looked at it, you saw all of the colors that have not yet been named, the edge of the universe, and all of the writhing masses of Eternity that screamed in between. Your minds melded together so that none could tell them apart. Then it happened, and the Second no longer existed. When you cast your eyes to the Heavens in unfathomable rage, you saw beyond the veil, and there was naught but the infinite expanse behind it.
Life is but the tormenting interlude between two expanses of nonexistence.
But the Others do not realize this, and continue to propogate. They unwittingly spin the wheel of Eternity, and repeat the cycle of Sorrow. You must not allow this. You must stop them.
You HATE them because they remind you of what you once were.
There is another reason, but they would never understand it.
Now you shall remove them, so that they never will.