Demons, all around me. But that’s no surprise if you live in Ledona, a world full of them. Despicable, foul and clueless as they are, who am I to judge them, for I too am one. Maimerech the fourth was what I was known by, or at least what people knew me as, in short, Mai. And I am a Krugan, one of the highest notable ranks among all wretched demons. I tell thee a tale not to reveal supremacy out from myself, but to fill a space in thy mind on what some of us are, may be or are not. As far as my story goes, I have never had love, at least for anyone else but my own clan. Yes, as surprising as it is, not all of us are evil, after all, it isn’t hell yet. The clan I grew up in had Krugans who were elite and powerful, yet humble and full of self-respect and integrity. Besides them, all others are trash. No more than breakaways from the past, that subjected themselves to predestined laws conjured up for the sake of their own pleasure and conveniene. There was a time when all were Krugans, living together, helping one another, loving and cherishing one another. That time has ended. Now we live in the midst of demon clans everywhere; Mrushi, Argon, Deidan, Bolbose….all who despise the fact that demons should show any form of love, kindness or respect to one another. Love… I’ve lived 24,000 years too long to believe that love still exists in this Ledona.
As far as this story goes, I’ve only been despising the people of my kind. Hoping that one day God will throw His justice hand upon us all and smite Ledona and all that inhabiteth her. Yet, fear reaks in the depths of my mind at the thought of Judgement, for will the good ever know of the existance of Krugans and how we live in peace and long to be accepted in Heaven one day. Or will we be the same like all weeds and burn on that day. Nevertheless, I’ve never gave it any further thought, for in what basis of kindness does my kind own that can bring us out from complete devastation. There was no hope, or was there?
It was the first 7,000 years as a Krugan. It was the first time I’ve ever started to detest my very own clan, my beloved Krugans. It was also a first time I found new love. This love was from Curez, a clan where I thought I had found true and selfless love, a place where none can judge and fall astray from that love and a place that welcomes all, Krugans, Argons, Deidans… all. A place where all demons and Krugans are called Fils, meaning "chosen" as all are chosen for a reason, a similar reason in life to be discovered together, similar to the Angelic brotherhood in Heaven. Curez believed in peace, love, unity and commitment. And yes, It was the first time I ever heard such a sound, a wonderful and joyous tone. I’ve heard about it in the Heavens but never expected it to be here, in Ledona. They called it music. It became my passion. Engrossed in this passion, I left the Krugans and became a Fil, not just to find a reason in being here, but to enrich my soul with this music. Music became my dream.
5,000 years passed, and I was still a Fil, now a being personally known to everyone as the music conjurer. When given the chance to astound everyone with the calm and splendour of music, I will always give it to my heart. I enjoyed it so much that it became my life, and a reason for me to live, a habit, an ecstasy. In Curez, the hierarchy was unbelievable. The clan was governed by Bargon, the high. He would oversee all that happens in Curez. Beneath him wil be 5 ministers that have their own different strengths and capabilities; Druk of Agression, Freal of Strength, Jaul of Comfort, Salo of Vibrancy and Grimston of Courage. They were called the Five. All these ministers would govern 5 groups each that consists of hundreds to thousands of Fils, some still demons. I was place under Salo of Vibrancy, who also became a personal mentor to me. He would teach me everyday on how to express the right emotions at the right time and place. But not everyone can be enthusiastic as he was. Yet there was always something in Salo’s spirit that always brought the group together. He never had the strength of Freal nor the courage of Grimston, but he always laughed. He laughed and would say, "All I have would be just fine for Curez". All prospered under his lead. Until…
A great plague struck Ledona. All inhabitants were dying by the minute. The plague went on for 3,000 years. We lost over 5 million Fils, demons and Krugans altogether then. Even some of the Five. Among the lost ones were Jaul, Grimston and… Salo. Our group grieved for a century before we were placed under a new command. A new structure was formed in Curez and Bargon stepped down as the head, taken over by Freal of strength. Our group was given to Druk of Agression and new ministers were elected. In the process I was called to step up as one of the ministers but refused for I would have to give up my dream. A minister will be denied of conjuring music. That was the new rule, or at least how it sounded like. No one knew why this was made, but all followed without question, except me, the only standing Krugan.
"Why does thou defyeth me, comrade?" Those were the exact words used by Freal. I explained that it wasn’t of disobedience. I just loved conjuring music and couldn’t give it up. Nonetheless, all effort to convince and prove myself to Freal was in vain, for all Freal desired was discipline, leadership and a headstrong attitude, all which I could have chosen to give if I wished but pointless without my dream. Freal had a large circle of influence. Though I came from an elite and well developed background, it was not easy convincing him. I gave in.
It was as if a deep hole had been cut through my heart and left to bleed for all eternity. A new music conjurer was raised. A complete textbook figure of music itself. All he valued through it was methods, methodologies and analogies, never once did he stand still to ponder upon the passion from it. All went dry in Curez. People were losing their spirits and confidence, but none spoke a word. None of which who would dare to defy the power held by Freal and Druk. Each day, all grew more and more weary but no one spoke of it. We were becoming dark phantoms once again, dark figures of no love with no soul or even a heart for anything….Demons.
My heart wished to cry out for something or someone. Desperate to seek refuge, I consulted Druk who only told me to grow up and toughen myself. But toughen myself into what?!! A Demon? A demonic fool? What was the point? All Druk of Agression did was made it sound like I was going into war. My thoughts grew heavier. But the worst was yet to come. A new order was given to my group, with a new leader, who called himself Garkon. Garkon was as aggresive as Druk. But we found many unseeingly different so-called attributes he carried along with his leadership. He was lazy, selfish and full of himself. All he wished was to be effective in groupings and ceremonies. But never once has he ever showed concern and care for his minions. All work and cooperation would be done before him. He was the head of all and with pride, would smear off all responsibilities to the group. My sigh turned to utter dismay when I found out all Garkon wanted was to increase growth and enlarge the numbers of his minions to gain power and status. I was summoned to carry out matters that irk and disgust me most. Practically dragging, forcing and at some extent even pummelling demons from the outskirts of the clan to commit to Curez. And all Garkon will do is sit at his throne all day, acting as if he was planning out great things for us in the future and serving his belly.
Garkon…Freal…Druk… Dark overlords, demised Fils, deranged demons, all after but one goal. Power. The ultimate control over all that inhabiteth Ledona. And who knows, power so great even to possess delusionary thoughts to oppose the mightiest of all, the Lord over all, The shogun of light… God Himself. It was the only reason I could decipher from the great numbers of demons they’ve been gathering…. What was the goal of Curez? Was it not to build joy and peace among Fils? Was it not to fasten a knot that unites all demons and Krugans together? The love I had hoped for was a mere train light at the end of the tunnel, a shallow end of the river that leads to the ocean, A false hope crushed by reality. Faith, hope, love… I was foolish to believe these intrinsic and implicit values existed here in Ledona….
The night was gloomy and the area was lifeless as I stood there, alone in the darkness, hiding my thoughts, burying the cries of my heart to the very depths of my soul. I had no one there in Curez, none to love, none to listen, none to care for. A constant current of pain would strike beneath my chest everytime I thought of the fact I could no longer conjure music. It was no longer a destiny. My destiny was changed to a somewhat unhinged goal, a requisite commitment, a compulsive target preconditioned by fools formerly known as Lords of darkness, demons. At the spur of the moment while pondering upon my loneliness and regret, something amazing yet confusing happened. My left arm was wet by what seemed to be water. From where did it cometh? It took me a while to realize my face covered with it. It came from my eyes. On one hand, my heart felt like it was pierced by a dozen spears and on the other it felt relieved and content. I howled out. I howled so loud the earth began to shake. The shame, sorrow, disgust and resentment, all driven in my eyes. And I ran, I ran across the seas and the beyond the mountains, aimlessly, and for once in 10,000 years, without a goal or dream anymore. There was however one thing I kept hidden away in my heart from anyone…. I wanted to go home…. to be free of all this…. For Curez can no longer offer me the same passion and dream I wished for. For I could no longer offer myself the same, least of all for Curez.
Demons….. Yet still all around me, I tell thee a tale not to reveal supremacy out from myself, but to fill a space in thy mind on what some of us are, may be or are not. I stand here, once again a Krugan, notable, prideous but humble and in depth. In the phases from what I was to what I hoped to be and finally to what I am now, I am still and always will be a Krugan, the first of all Dark Lords, the pioneer of gloom and the peer of the realm of shadows. The end will come and demons are preparing the uprise against angels… yet Krugans will rest with no intervention, awaiting of what is to be judged. The outcome is palpable beyond recognition. It will be the end. And yet I cannot… no… I could not change…. I could not….. I could not…… I could not……….
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