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enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-05-28 02:23 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-05-28 02:23 pm
[BCM] Greed
Thing about being a demon back in the real world is that everything is amplified so much more than it is when you were human. The swirls of human emotions flow through you, pushing back against the sides of the body you possessed and you feel like it’s going to explode, but in a good way. You’re almost tempted to let it happen, let it just push out and release, so that you can feel the force of it all, see the blood your meat leaves on the walls, and then possess someone else, just so you could feel the results of your wrath and power slide through your fingers.
But you don’t.
You’re still exploring, still trying to figure out where your limits are, and how to turn them into strengths. You’re hungry for more, wanting to find out how to suppress the loud emotions so that you can rationalize, think, but you soon find that the greed, anger, lust, pride resonating throughout your body are actually what makes you stronger. The more pissed off you are, the farther you can throw. The more desire you have, the easier it is to seduce. The more hatred you have, the clearer the world seems to get. Hatred isn’t that hard to conjure up either. All you have to do is picture the man who cost you your life, and the picture’s clarity goes up ten times what it was before.
At first it seems like things aren’t all that different aside from the initial obvious, but you then start to realize that there’s something different about you. Better. Enhanced. You could conquer the world if you wanted to, and there would be nothing there to stop you. No man on Earth could knock you down from where you stood at this point. Everyone should be praising you, not fighting you. You could do anything you wanted. For the first time in your twisted timeline of an existence, you have no fear.
And you can’t help yourself—all you want is more.
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But you don’t.
You’re still exploring, still trying to figure out where your limits are, and how to turn them into strengths. You’re hungry for more, wanting to find out how to suppress the loud emotions so that you can rationalize, think, but you soon find that the greed, anger, lust, pride resonating throughout your body are actually what makes you stronger. The more pissed off you are, the farther you can throw. The more desire you have, the easier it is to seduce. The more hatred you have, the clearer the world seems to get. Hatred isn’t that hard to conjure up either. All you have to do is picture the man who cost you your life, and the picture’s clarity goes up ten times what it was before.
At first it seems like things aren’t all that different aside from the initial obvious, but you then start to realize that there’s something different about you. Better. Enhanced. You could conquer the world if you wanted to, and there would be nothing there to stop you. No man on Earth could knock you down from where you stood at this point. Everyone should be praising you, not fighting you. You could do anything you wanted. For the first time in your twisted timeline of an existence, you have no fear.
And you can’t help yourself—all you want is more.
341 words