<i>I once had poor expectations, but the future cast them off, accompanied by ill effect. Yet here I sit, at the end of all that is and I wish the future still kept me in its mind. The towers have fallen, the castles reduced to rubble, and this figure of all that is ideal, all that is perfect lies wounded no more than a moment away. A perfect life of millennia passed and then a decision was made to flaunt such an existence to the ones that have only known suffering, the ones that have only known defeat and betrayal at every end. Audacity must be commonplace for a figure such as he, a being so divine, for he has never known impediment. He has never been graced with the concept of loss.</i>


    <i>Yet I am no better, for I grasp at a seat above his own, to cast my glance down at this figure who I wished to see below me and yet through my nature I have rendered us equal. How can I retain this anger? How dare I share the audacity for which I deliver these scathing remarks? I am no better, and perhaps I never was. Perhaps his audacity was merely an illusion of my mind, and I have fulfilled my role as a lesser existence. A gamble poorly spent for him, and I thought myself a saint. I pioneered an empire of truth, I fought away all that could serve even the slightest harm and I sit with him nearly buried in the rubble.</i>Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    <i>As the towers crumble, my efforts are revealed in their truest form. The screams and cheers of those I sacrificed everything for, no, those who I sacrificed at every opportunity form a melody in my own mind, they soothe my worries and provide me a solution, and end to it all. There was never a moment, never a part of ignorance, never a time where I was unbeknownst to my own intentions. I stood atop him so I could find a better view and yet we have both sunk to the lowest depths this plane can envision. He, with dastardly naivete, allowed me the hypnotizing relief of affirmation, and I with righteous cruelty responded in what I believed to be kind.</i>


    <i>I dragged the husk of my whole existence, the ideals I had built from the rebellion against my father, the days of torture and force beyond compare, and the speck of bone and flesh one could call my body over to his. I positioned myself to undergo one last act of cruelty, one last service for these people.</i>


    <i>A meal so delectable, truly beyond this plane and the next.</i>


    - The Second