There was once a young man who grew up in the shadow of those around him. Oh yes, he was brilliant, but he always seemed to be overshadowed or unrecognized in favor of others.
This man began to hate everyone around him. He began a war of attrition, of genocide, to validate himself, using words like fear and hatred as a crutch. But even when he ascended into godhood... he was beaten. Beaten by a boy and his little lizard.
It left him broken, and lose between worlds, until he was grabbed through time and brought here.
It was then that he realized what hatred really was... and that he had been holding himself back. That he had been at fault, blaming others his entire life. Yes, he had tried to take it, but at the same time... he never really believed in himself.
He realized that it wasn't justice that gave his enemy the power to defeat him. It was resolve. A simple overwhelming desire.
Love. Devotion. It's merely a personal driving force. What leads to success, this man learned, was the use of one's own skills and pure, unstoppable belief.
And he chose to believe that his hatred was absolute.
My hatred will eclipse their devotion. And even if I fail... they will have lost something that they'll never get back.
I've already won part of this war, Xellos. That is my purpose here.
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Date: 2008-06-23 04:14 am (UTC)There was once a young man who grew up in the shadow of those around him. Oh yes, he was brilliant, but he always seemed to be overshadowed or unrecognized in favor of others.
This man began to hate everyone around him. He began a war of attrition, of genocide, to validate himself, using words like fear and hatred as a crutch. But even when he ascended into godhood... he was beaten. Beaten by a boy and his little lizard.
It left him broken, and lose between worlds, until he was grabbed through time and brought here.
It was then that he realized what hatred really was... and that he had been holding himself back. That he had been at fault, blaming others his entire life. Yes, he had tried to take it, but at the same time... he never really believed in himself.
He realized that it wasn't justice that gave his enemy the power to defeat him. It was resolve. A simple overwhelming desire.
Love. Devotion. It's merely a personal driving force. What leads to success, this man learned, was the use of one's own skills and pure, unstoppable belief.
And he chose to believe that his hatred was absolute.
My hatred will eclipse their devotion. And even if I fail... they will have lost something that they'll never get back.
I've already won part of this war, Xellos. That is my purpose here.