Hello Arvae, my dear friend
We haven't talked for so long, and for some many nights I felt asleep without summoning you.So here I am, writing, from this misere place you have abandoned me. These shadowy figures haunt me as I crave my absolution. Bound to this realm of twisting minds, these creatures you admire so much have began to disgust me. You never taught me about the human ways, nor have you prepared me for this. So in my survival charade I've came to be more and more alone. I am now a ghost myself, hovering, trying to remember a road I never knew. I despise your human puppets. Yet, I've learned so many things about them. Things that might fascinate you if you don't already know them. Things that could make them easy prey for my thirst.
So, I'm going to start with something they really enjoy bragging about, though I know they forgot what it actually is. And you must believe me and the things I say, cause even entrapped here, I am, above all, a Seeker.
As the First Moon started to glow, in human's eyes I saw Love.
And soon I found that all his kind fel into oblivion,and such worthy feeling has come to be only a word.A cluster of sounds that sometimes awake strange and shattering dreams in one's soul. But they forgot it's purity. They dance around it's meaning and countless centuries in which prosperity for Love was found, have only gone to waste. Poets and artists of all kind painted in words and colors the Love, but now the only thing you can find is it's shell. These are your creatures Arvae.
So I've broken the seal and under the first moon, the Love was dead.
Second Moon has risen,and I heard them whisper Friend.
I picked up the pace and walked in their deserted hearts. Such terrible desolance. And they left aside a devious smile to cover that Friend has decayed and became any person in vicinity. Another word dried and stripped down to bones from it's glory. These creatures talk too much.
My fingers broke another seal and with the second moon's pulse, the Friend died.
The wind started to blow, and I kneeld before the Third Moon.
They sang Trust. Wretched fools, how come they think they know Trust if they have forsaken both Love and Friend? One swing Arvae. One swing and their existence will become same as they valor, nothing. I remember as I sat watching treacherous reflexions in Styx's waters, driven by the only glance of Trust I came to possess. My stunned conscience and clothed veins were empowered by this feeling. In all my solitude, I was not alone. We gave this honor to your creatures. Now look what have they put it through. Insignificant vermins.
And the seal fel to crums as Trust died with the twilight of the third moon.
Altruis came in my thoughts as Forth Moon enlightened me.
So eager to see his legacy embraced by your creatures. But they killed him. Yes, they killed Altruis. And now they worship themselves as temples of blissed ignorance, a world of billions and billions systems, where they cherrish nothing else but their ego. This savage hunger and no self loathing. Selfish maggots. I even disgraced the maggots by leveling them with your creatures.
In haste I dispatch the seal, as the forth moon swallowed Altruism.
Stunned by the Fifth Moon, I lied.
I would have thought that these scundrels know at least the Lie. And then it stricken me that they don't lie in need and distress, they need to lie. Obnoxious. Using the lie to cover every murderous step they make, relying on it even from the beginning. They seek nothing but mortal gain, material as their own flesh.
With the snap of the seal, Fifth Moon took away Lie.
(... to be continued... )
