We exist beyond the grave. More than once has me and my brother met things that existed long after the physical body has ceased to be.
There are worlds beyond this one that we inhabit, for better or for worse, and fates turn in each of them as they do in this one. I cannot say if it is a higher state of being or not.
Just that it is real, and it is as full of life and promise and knowledge as this one.
I can only hope the next world is more peaceful than my Albion.
[Well if that isn't the exact right phrasing to upset this particular nameless demon lord.]
Even in death then, there is no escape from fate? I have killed fate time and time again but it steps forward to hound me more? Even when I finally can fight no more I will have to face it? Where then, can I go where it cannot follow?
[Sorry Theresa. Big baby demon lord whines nonstop.]
Hoping for peace... Is that all that can truly ever be done?
And only fools run from it. Fate follows every man, woman and child, and for every time you think you have outsmarted it and turned it around, it will come to pass that it is all just as fate intended.
It is not always pretty. It is not always fair. But the only man who flees from his obvious fate is nothing more than a delusional child.
Hope is merely one thing that can be done. It can be achieved through other means but it cannot be found without hope.
[His entire canon is based on the fact he can't deal with it. More like A Whining Story for the Demon Baby.]
You're wrong. I have defied it! I fought it and won many times!
[For once, not actually a bunch of crap. It's his super power. But...]
Though I grow old and it is eternal. My hopes have all dwindled to nothing. I'd hoped I could rest easy once death settled, but now you say there is only more struggles even then... I cannot accept that I am powerless!
[Sir this is the wrong person to cry about anything at all to]
We all are, in the great tide of fate. I have woven it through my fingers, and seen it pass across my eyes long before it has passed in my world.
I know all of fate, all of its mechanisms. Enough to know it is a great machine, a timeless clock that forever moves forward. Either you learn to ride it, or it crushes you in its gears.
Will you be remembered for crying about the unfairness of the world, or as a hero?
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There are worlds beyond this one that we inhabit, for better or for worse, and fates turn in each of them as they do in this one. I cannot say if it is a higher state of being or not.
Just that it is real, and it is as full of life and promise and knowledge as this one.
I can only hope the next world is more peaceful than my Albion.
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Even in death then, there is no escape from fate? I have killed fate time and time again but it steps forward to hound me more? Even when I finally can fight no more I will have to face it? Where then, can I go where it cannot follow?
[Sorry Theresa. Big baby demon lord whines nonstop.]
Hoping for peace... Is that all that can truly ever be done?
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No.
There is no escape.
And only fools run from it. Fate follows every man, woman and child, and for every time you think you have outsmarted it and turned it around, it will come to pass that it is all just as fate intended.
It is not always pretty. It is not always fair. But the only man who flees from his obvious fate is nothing more than a delusional child.
Hope is merely one thing that can be done. It can be achieved through other means but it cannot be found without hope.
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You're wrong. I have defied it! I fought it and won many times!
[For once, not actually a bunch of crap. It's his super power. But...]
Though I grow old and it is eternal. My hopes have all dwindled to nothing. I'd hoped I could rest easy once death settled, but now you say there is only more struggles even then... I cannot accept that I am powerless!
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We all are, in the great tide of fate. I have woven it through my fingers, and seen it pass across my eyes long before it has passed in my world.
I know all of fate, all of its mechanisms. Enough to know it is a great machine, a timeless clock that forever moves forward. Either you learn to ride it, or it crushes you in its gears.
Will you be remembered for crying about the unfairness of the world, or as a hero?
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They knew me as a hero once already. I didn't care for it then and I have no desire to recover the title.
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Then if it does not trouble you, please do continue to whine about how unfair your life is.