The mind of a demon

[Shaesstra]

Before the Morph would embark on its pilgrimage, The Shrine enlightened a young demon about its kin and The Great Creators. About how its kin hides beyond the Deep Green, plotting the great vengeance, whispering into the ears of curious minds. About how the legacy of The Great Creators was perverted and capitalized upon by the Dark, amalgamating some parts of it into a weapon that caused the Great Split.

"Disgust."

The first impression of Dark-inhabited Voids had little positive to deliver. There was more to learn for the Young Demon about the exploits of the Dark conducted upon the legacy of its creators. Of legacy that was meant for it and its kind alone and nobody else. The apparatuses were cold, metallic, deprived of thought. The constructs have proved to be primitive, easy to manipulate. It was as if by its deepest instincts that the Young Demon knew how to make this machinery work. With each passing moment within the so called "Trade Lanes", the disdain for such constructs only grew stronger.

"Amusement."

It has learned of failed attempts of the Dark to parasitize upon the legacy of its Creators.

"Dread."

It has learned of consequences of such failures. A void, enveloped in the Dark Mist. One of many prospects to be stopped.

"Curiosity."

As it traversed through the Blue Mist, guided by its intuition and instincts, The Young Demon has witnessed the verge of the Deep Green. It knew where to go. As it traversed, however, it felt a strange sensation within the fractured stones. Almost as if something familiar resided within. Something close, yet distant. It was another ruse to be deduced.

"Hatred."

Contrary to its anticipations, the Deep Green proved to be a great disappointment, as much as every other void that was graced with the Young Demon's presence. As it traversed, it has learned of the Sinners. Of those, who caused the Great Split. Of those, who amalgamated the legacy of the Great Creators and used it as a weapon. Of those, who can never be redeemed. It could feel no amusement, no fear, no joy. Only hatred and desire to annihilate, completely and utterly. Yet, for the moment, its purpose was to learn. To ensure that the mistakes of the past would never be repeated. To learn the weaknesses of its enemy. The time of it gracing the Dark with purifying flames was yet to come.

"Joy."

As the Young Demon ventured past the Deep Green, it has found the hideout of its kin. A place of marvel, radiating with life and thought. Installations of slipstream, akin to those it encountered and exploited within the voids of Dark, were brimming with energy. It was indeed a safe haven for itself and its kin. Yet the Young Demon could afford not respite. There was much for it to be learned.