Of Humanity and Darkness

            I imagine they’re laughing at me from their palace of peace and harmony. To think there was a new people to be fed my darkness, and to think I have failed so horribly in my purpose. Insignificant distractors have ensnared my attention away from corruption as their elvish cries plague my ears and drown the innocent melody awaiting my corruption. Is it a cruel irony that songs of war are capturing my attention when I least desire them? I suppose it may be so, but if they ensnare and tie my hands, let they be tied into a fist. To sow the seeds of conflict is not the only preparation of my darkness, and as hornets swarm and consume the security of a passerby, so shall my forces and I. If they do not wish to eat of my poisoned comb and instead make peace with the elves, then I shall innovate on discord myself.

Let their joyous laughter turn to screaming as orcs tear loved ones limb from limb and crush the roofs they labored their whole lives to live under. Let their new and confused tongue innovate on language to describe the horrors of which they could have never imagined. I am the grand director of this choir; to teach them fear and pain is only my duty, and the who elves wished to sing in harmony with their new kin must be reminded how dissonance overpowers such careful harmony. In their attempt to draw embers from a once great flame, my fist has drawn their hand into the coals and burnt the flesh they wished to only warm. I shall not let their glass castle remain unshattered, as every day I know they laugh with each of their triumphs against me, and the echoing of hopeful hymns gives me all the motivation I need to recover their despair from the ashes of solidarity.