The fate of man is not the will of outside forces, but of the choices he makes; and he chooses selfishly, greedily, and destructively. He chooses his end…
…Darkness consumes light and something wakes to this world. The thing is ancient and has lain in wait for its time, and now because of choices Master’s bidding thrives.
Since time human emotions stirred it, aroused its hunger; and soon, it shall feed. Like delicious icing to a cake, emotions smear it, and the stench of decay invigorates and honors it.
Lying in wait has left it dry and rigid, lifeless. Now membranes swell and ooze with suffrage, and it feels good, dreadfully good.
Suffering long, periods without life’s blood, stiffly, limbs animate. Rising, the haunts of confusion cloak it, yet stale blood speaks to a sordid tale. Surely, a tale of horror is no less worthy than one of trusting vengeance.
The memory of death illuminates it, and the powers of blackness deliver its will. “Father, because of them I died, because of them I live, and forever I pledge death to the world.” Now armed with hatred delivered by darkness eternal damnation reigns. Gruesomely and grudgingly, horrific destruction witnesses the fall of humankind.
This horror also devastates the helpless Guardians. Choices imperil the world, and as much as they may care to help Guardians cannot interfere. The second thoughts in human thinking are the Guardians at work; they could do no more.
Before dripping from twilight his greed-awaited man, and only the couple of intents to intangibles may reconstruct his void. Sadly, humankind ever stirs batches of bitterness; and therefore, its choices would deliver or devour it.