|Skeren Dreamera (skeren) wrote,|
@ 2005-06-30 01:40:00
|Entry tags:||claest, original|
Note: This is the introduction of the Original Character of Doom, who has been with me since I was a small child.... and now wants fic
He was well aware of how the people viewed him. He sidestepped into this reality without even meaning to decades before, and he still hadn’t aged. Nothing had changed about how he acted. He didn’t believe in adoration. The people believe this. He was a cruel man who only sought their fear. The people believed this as well.
They weren’t quite wrong. Their darker desires made him stronger, but he didn’t want chaos to take control of his land. He was a divine power in his own right. He had been for decades, well over a century. He was on his third life, the third try.
He’d lost to Rome, then again to the great white mage. He had to be careful this time around. He’d never been horribly good at careful, but he’d be less… obvious. Now, there was the cause behind trying to get the people of his kingdoms to fall.
He didn’t want chaos. No… he wanted complete destruction, and he knew just where to begin. Just the right word, in the right ears and it would fall. So easily would it fall. His power would become utterly unrivaled, untouchable and pure unlike those humans that had taken his past lives. He wouldn’t be tainted by these things again.
He was an incarnation of darkness. It was well time he started acting like it.