Prologue
There has never been a time without my kind, the Old Ones. We have existed for an eternity, powerful and unrelenting. We ruled the earth for an eon, the strands of life and death, even time were wound into our hands. We bent reality to our whims, flowed between dimensions at our leisure.
I admit I was not always this way, always as powerful as this, but I bent my underlings, the humans, the vampires, the lesser demons of my world, to my will even before my first changing. The world cowered before me, fearful of my power. But now? Now my world is overrun with the human vermin, they who scurried beneath my feet in their terror, who wallowed in mud and filth, hidden away in pitiful attempts to escape my wrath. They dominate this world, building their towers of twisted metal to house their pathetic forms. They who are ruled by their emotions, tugging them in every direction, resounding through their minds at every waking moment. It is a wonder they do not go mad, if they are not already. I often wonder if they are not, in fact, a mad species, who wander aimlessly, with no purpose but that to live. I scoff at that. I, who can never truly die, can almost pity these beings who rise to see a day, then die within a heartbeat.
They are pathetic life forms, constantly seeking shelter from a multitude of impediments. Hiding from the sky, huddling in their buildings, barring their doors in vain hopes to protect themselves from hidden evils. From they who walk in the darkness, the demon world. Even these are little more impressive than the humans themselves, existing only to kill once, twice, before allowing themselves to be slaughtered, cowed into submission by she, whom they call the Slayer.
I do not deny the power of a Slayer, for they existed even in my time, taking their own share of this world’s demon population. They were different then. Uncontrolled, and without boundary, they were a wild force, living only to kill, and kill as many as they could before reaching their own end. They were not without their own worshippers; She who protected her people from my pets was to be noticed. But times, it seems, have changed. These humans have spread, covering the earth. How is a single being, a single human to protect the earth from my own demon kind? It is impossible, almost amusingly so.
This is what my world has come to. My kingdom. I cannot remember a time of such chaos.
My memory extends beyond many millennia, its length beyond thousands upon thousands of these mortal lives, but I do not recall my birth, my creation, if I had one. I do not have what my pets call family.
And yet…I do recall a face. A female face, her lips curving upwards, the feeling of safety, a soft voice. A mother? Impossible. I need no one. But you did , a nagging voice echoes in my head. I do remember being young, inexperienced, feeling the embarrassment of defeat, humiliation. I remember the feeling of freedom, elation, perhaps even sadness. I remember needing someone. But that was lifetimes ago, before I took my first form, before I was named. I cannot feel these things anymore, I suppose. They are part of the nameless child I was. Not the Ancient One I have become.
It is these humans, stunted and static, that are weak and require what they call companionship, friendship, love. It is madness; to surround oneself with others to care for, others who will die. They inflict the pain of death upon themselves, again and again, for the rest of their short lives. Madness. Mortal fools, they do not see that a true ruler must stand alone. Always alone, for only one may stand above all.
I was that being. I was all-powerful, unhindered by boundary. My lessers trembled in my wake, and I crushed them at will. I was their god, both loved and feared by all.
I am Illyria.
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