A seemingly boundless ancient forest, an infinite azure expense called the skies, sounds created by the denizens of the forest going about their life. This scenery forms such a tranquil atmosphere that it can only be described by one word - “Beautiful”. Nevertheless, for some reason all of it pales in comparison to a single human that is currently covering before me.
His once heavenly white full plate armor that gave off a feeling of an impenetrable barrier and had its possessor turned into an imposing, almost divine, presence. Now is but a worthless metal shell of its past grandeur.. “Worthless” yet still truly “Beautiful”. Once heavenly white, now stained crimson with the blood of its possessor. Formerly impenetrable, now dented all over with a gaping hole in the chest area. The imposingly divine presence completely dissipated as if unwilling to be one with something that has become useless. Turning something so magnificent into blood-soaked junk, as if using the world as a canvas to create a “breathing masterpiece”.
But in the end, armor is nothing but object, merely a decoration on the canvas. The true beauty is exhibited in the expression. In the expression displayed on the human’s face. An expression that is called “Resignation”. Once a proud knight, a hero that had absolute devotion to his cause of ridding the world of evil and a sort of fanatic belief in the power of righteousness. Now, much like his armor, a mere shell of his former self with a gaping hole in his chest. With everything that he believed in and all of his former companions literally shredded into pieces. He has resigned himself and is now pleading me, his mortal enemy, a demon, an evil being. Pleading me without uttering a single word, only staring at me with those lifeless eyes, as if asking to finish this nightmare and let him join his companions in eternity. “Beautiful”… indeed a masterpiece
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Atreo P.L. 27/July
Well… This should do. Now then, since I’ve finished with my delusions today’s entry into my diary journal with all my most notable experiences to pass on to future generations… It’s about time to I got back to interrogating that f@cking stubborn a33hole the unfortunately not really that much “resigned Hero” as I’ve mentioned in my dia…. Uhm.. Journal. Though it seems that it’ll still take a while for him to wake up since our last so called interrogation….
AN: This journal entry thing is probably a one time thing just for this prologue unless you guys actually managed to make some sense out of it and liked it.. Either way let me know in the comments.. The actual story will be written as a POV for Atreo “The Delusional Demon Prince” doing stuff around the world. The next chapter will pretty much explain the actual setting of this story and will more or less let you understand where it’s headed. Either way I hope you’ll enjoy the story and do leave some comments with suggestions and stuff ;)
P.S. English is not my native lang so you’ll have to forgive me for my spelling, misuse of some words and strange sentence structure here and there.. :p