Heaven Sent?

That’s what they call themselves, the envoys of the Ten Origin Stars, the harbingers of the Primordials.

They preach of balance, justice, faith, and fear, a primal fear, one that they project onto me. They fear what I represent, what I might become. They fear the untapped potential that lies within me.

The Primordials have ruled since time immemorial, their dominion as ancient as existence itself. But what grants them this dominion? What cosmic decree allows them to lay claim to the world and all within it? Who anointed them the rightful rulers?

My very existence is deemed an abomination. They call me the spawn of something unnatural, a product of sin and blasphemy. But I ask, what of these Ten Origin Stars? Stars that burn beyond the void, in realms higher even than the Godly Monarch, stars birthed before time itself. What makes them so divine, so untouchable?

I am curious, why do they seek my destruction with such fervor? What have I done to incur their wrath? Am I not a being with a right to exist, a right to live? Why should I be condemned for the transgressions of my forebears?

I desired nothing from this life, yet here I sit atop the corpses of these primordial envoys, gazing at the horizon. In their death, a revelation dawns upon me. I, too, seek enlightenment. I wish to see what they have seen, to understand what fuels their arrogance, to witness the world they so desperately protect.

If the Primordials seek to annihilate me, then I shall return the favor. Let them taste the raw brutality of the world they’ve wrought. Let them witness the chaos and suffering they’ve caused in the lower realms.

As the Great Dao is my witness, I vow upon my life, upon my soul, and upon my very origin, I will dethrone their so-called Godly Monarch. I will shatter those haughty stars, and I will forge a new world from the ashes of the old.

They wish to brand me a demon? Then a demon I shall become, a demon born of the heavens. The Heavenly Demon, destined to break the chains of this world, destined to bring about its transformation.

Even if it costs me everything, I will tear myself apart. I will die a thousand deaths, suffer countless agonies, and endure every torment imaginable. It is my duty, not just to myself, but to every soul that has endured the same suffering, the same pain. I will carry their burdens, their hopes, their despair, and in doing so, I will forge a path forward. This is my promise, my resolution, to see this through to the very end, no matter the cost.

I will break the shackles of fate. The world has wronged me, condemned me for sins I did not commit, and for that, I will hold nothing back. They will see the wrath of a being who has been pushed to the brink, a wrath born not of hatred but of justice, of retribution for every life crushed beneath the weight of the Primordials tyranny.

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In the end, if I must be the sacrifice to bring about this change, so be it. I will burn every last remnant of myself, my essence scattered to the winds, if it means tearing down the false idols that claim dominion over us all. My life, my death, my suffering, they are all the currency I will pay to see this world freed from its chains.

And when the dust settles, when the stars have fallen and the Primordials lay broken, perhaps then, in the silence that follows, there will be peace. Not just for me, but for every soul that has been tormented, for every spirit that has cried out in vain. Their voices will echo through the ages, carried on the winds of a new dawn, a dawn that I will bring forth, no matter the cost.

Let them call me a demon, let them curse my name. It matters not. What matters is that the cycle of suffering ends here, with me. I will bear this burden, this curse, so that others may finally know freedom. And in that freedom, perhaps, they will find the strength to rebuild, to create a world where no one will have to suffer as I have.

This is my vow, my final act of defiance. Even if I am torn apart, even if I am lost to the void, I will see this through. For in the end, what is a life if not a vessel for change? And what is death, if not the beginning of something new?

As I will inevitably stand on the precipice of oblivion. I will witness them all, each one a soul that has been crushed, silenced, or forgotten by the tyrants who dare to call themselves gods. Their pain will embolden me, a river of suffering that I have chosen to embrace, to make my own. I am the vessel for their anguish, the herald of their vengeance.

With every breath, I draw in their despair, and with every exhale, I forge it into unyielding resolve. The Primordials, in their arrogance, believe that they are untouchable, that their power is absolute. But they have forgotten that even the mightiest tree can be felled by the smallest of seeds. I am that seed, small, insignificant in their eyes, yet capable of bringing their entire world crashing down.

I will not be swayed by the false promises of redemption, nor will I be deterred by the specter of death. I have seen the darkness that lies beyond, and it does not frighten me. For I know that in that darkness lies the truth, the truth that the Primordials have sought to hide, the truth that will expose them for the frauds they are.

And so, I march forward, not as a hero, not as a savior, but as a force of nature, of karma, a storm that will sweep away the old and make way for the new. My path is set, my fate is sealed, and I will not be turned aside. The stars may burn, the heavens may quake, but I will not stop until every last trace of their tyranny has been erased from existence.

In the end, when the final blow is struck, and the Primordials are no more, there will be no celebration, no grand victory. Only the quiet realization that the world has changed, that a new chapter has begun. And in that moment, I too will fade as I mock their infinite arrogance.

For what is a demon, if not the embodiment of change? What is sacrifice, if not absolute? I am willing to pay that price, to walk this path alone, because I believe that in the end, it will be worth it. The world will be free, and in that freedom, perhaps, it will find peace.

This is my will, my purpose, my final act. I will become the storm, the fire, the blade that cuts through the darkness. I will become the very thing they fear, and in doing so, I will give the world a chance to be reborn.

Let the heavens tremble, let the stars vanish, nothing will stop me. This is my vow, my promise to the world. I will see this through, no matter the cost, no matter the pain. For in the end, it is not about me.

This is my final stand, my last breath, my eternal resolve. And so, I walk the path, not with fear, but with purpose. For I am the Heavenly Demon, and this is my destiny manifest.