Cruciatus 1:3

Posted by The Fallen One

on November 4, 2008

Was Eve still of this world?

I searched. I searched for decades. My time of torment in the desert was over. My condemnation followed me into the forests and when I came upon the first meeting places of man I was amazed. Here there were structures, and tools, and community. How long had I been gone? A few centuries? More?

There were statues and gathering places. Governments and soldiers. Weapons had progressed since the time of Eve also. No longer were they simply the blunt instruments of impact. Weapons became more than an extension of man’s arm but a means to extend one’s territory. Armies clashed and fell. Victors lay claim to the spoils. War was man’s sport. They fought not for survival but for dominance. Their selfishness knew no bounds.

For my own selfishness I had been damned. For theirs they were rewarded.

As was their Creator, Man was not a benevolent beast. Man was a destroyer. And so I blamed Man for what I had become. For what I was curse to be. For what I had lost.

Little did I know that they had also placed blame on me.