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Bob Biter · 11-11-2003, 09:42 PM

"Matt, when will you ever understand? My existence, though perhaps incomprehensible to you, has nothing to do with corruption. My purpose is to make people know themselves and make decisions with a clear head. To make such decision, one must be the very embodiment of objectivity. Fear, pain, love, hope, hatred... all must be discarded in order to find out exactly what we can and cannot do, in other words, the essence of our abilities and purpose should be dictated by us, not our feelings. Emotions can either cloud or fuel these things, but they are ultimately just accessories or catalysts, if you will. They drive people to err. Some are not ready to deal with such consequences.

By showing Koorittou the gates I protected, by letting him feel the agony of the Netherworld's denizens, my goal was not to make him lose hope. Even if my powers and the realm I protect all appear to be founded on despair and suffering they do not own me, I own them. Understand this, "angel": I have inflicted suffering, I have broken all manner of beings to prepare them for hell. But those I defeated had stopped believing in themselves long ago. If one does not have will, one cannot have a purpose. Therefore, I readied them for the torment they inwardly seeked.

Koorittou appears ready to know himself and exert his will to make things happen. For once in a very long time, I am... ... glad. You two have no need to battle me anymore. For now. But know that I will be there when your will is gone or you seek to challenge yourself. That is why I appeared in this battlefield, to test the mettle of those who would be too proud..."

Turning to look at the battle between Arc and Serendice, Szanod sighed.

"It would seem Serendice needs my ministrations. As for Arc... he seems noble enough and self-possessed. Fight him for skill, if you wish, but not for death."

With that, Szanod directed the dark energies to the damaged spots of his armour and once again called for the poison to enter his spikes.

11-11-2003, 09:42 PM	#123 (permalink)
Bob Biter Non-smokers die everyday Location: Montreal	"Matt, when will you ever understand? My existence, though perhaps incomprehensible to you, has nothing to do with corruption. My purpose is to make people know themselves and make decisions with a clear head. To make such decision, one must be the very embodiment of objectivity. Fear, pain, love, hope, hatred... all must be discarded in order to find out exactly what we can and cannot do, in other words, the essence of our abilities and purpose should be dictated by us, not our feelings. Emotions can either cloud or fuel these things, but they are ultimately just accessories or catalysts, if you will. They drive people to err. Some are not ready to deal with such consequences. By showing Koorittou the gates I protected, by letting him feel the agony of the Netherworld's denizens, my goal was not to make him lose hope. Even if my powers and the realm I protect all appear to be founded on despair and suffering they do not own me, I own them. Understand this, "angel": I have inflicted suffering, I have broken all manner of beings to prepare them for hell. But those I defeated had stopped believing in themselves long ago. If one does not have will, one cannot have a purpose. Therefore, I readied them for the torment they inwardly seeked. Koorittou appears ready to know himself and exert his will to make things happen. For once in a very long time, I am... ... glad. You two have no need to battle me anymore. For now. But know that I will be there when your will is gone or you seek to challenge yourself. That is why I appeared in this battlefield, to test the mettle of those who would be too proud..." Turning to look at the battle between Arc and Serendice, Szanod sighed. "It would seem Serendice needs my ministrations. As for Arc... he seems noble enough and self-possessed. Fight him for skill, if you wish, but not for death." With that, Szanod directed the dark energies to the damaged spots of his armour and once again called for the poison to enter his spikes. __________________ A plan is just a list of things that don't happen.