The Fate of the World
-This writing is incredibly old. I am too lazy to rewrite this, and I really do not like it but oh well. Interpret it however u like...or don't. LOL-
After Amniro and Pythos had parted ways upon the world that now belonged to nobody, the world had gained the rights to its own fate. It had accepted Kjaku, the unholy fusion between man and demon, as its dominant life form. The world began to craft its own Kjaku not long after the two separated: Orbs of light would mysteriously be carried up from the ink-like grounds. The orbs of light would turn into new Kjaku and it wasn't long before the world populated itself with its generating of lifeforms. The world had become inhabited by the new monstrosity.
The drab world began to lighten up- the ground began to resemble something much more earth-like, and the skies cleared from the darkness. The world had begun to generate an atmosphere. Trees began to grow, grass began to spread, and smaller life forms began to emerge ever so slowly. It was evident that the world began an attempt to copy the one that its ex-master last visited - earth. And it copied quite precisely. Immediately, the monster who was once man- Pythos - had taken charge. Eager to have found the turn of events that had been caused through his wickedness, he sought to take control over the newly created Kjaku population. The mad man had the idea of ruling the Kjaku as a king- a tyrant.
The Kjaku had learned to behave like people- in a short time, they'd learned to utilize their environment to craft a society - a growing civilization in a land they grew accustomed to calling "The Land of Trash". They learned to read, to write, and to communicate with each other - to attack each other, to steal, and to lie. They learned to worship Pythos as their "almighty creator", who only treated them ruthlessly and cruelly through the demand of sacrifice, back-snapping work, and tribute - until a fateful day. A fateful day, when the many eyes of the Kjaku within the society had been graced by a stranger who looked nearly identical to their ruler- only opposite in color. Amniro, disgusted by what Pythos had done to its world, sought revenge.
The ex-demon convinced its fellow Kjaku with great difficulty that the face of humanity they had grown used to was wrong. Ever so slowly, Amniro ingrained into the minds of the Kjaku the idea that Pythos was no divine ruler, he was a curse. The Kjaku began to resent their leader who leeched off them- until they began to refuse his every demand and every order despite his strength and power. With every new generation, they learned to hate the mad man's ways more than the last.
Pythos had become so overwhelmed by the civilization's revolts, that he fled from his "throne". It seemed as if he'd disappeared from the world at that moment- and Amniro tried with great persistence to teach the Kjaku that their civilization could not be one of monarchy. They would worship nobody- they were to mend their ways. The ideas of freedom and peace began to fascinate the Kjaku, and years passed under the idealization with childlike wonder.
The world stopped creating new Kjaku, and its magic settled down until called upon by its creations. As centuries passed, the Kjaku built cities, buildings of staggering beauty- farms, and self-constructed "natural" landscapes. The Kjaku had grown up swiftly, and wonderfully. The creatures had achieved human sentience and complexity in such short time, and the world remained peaceful - for the most part. Pythos had returned almost reluctantly to the less settled sections of "Trash Land", and much to his relief, his unforgivable crimes had been lost and forgotten in the face of time unfortunately.
Curiosity had never been a lost trait, however. The Kjaku knew that Amniro had helped shape "Kjaku" themselves, but they never remembered how they came to be as they were.
Amniro refused to allow others to know what their origin had been like, and Pythos remained silent when approached with the matter. The story of the mad man who had tried to make a kingdom out of the demon's home.
To this day, Kjaku society remains clueless about the lost history of the world. The only thing they know, however, is that it was Amniro and Pythos who had merged together to make Kjaku- and they were not to be worshipped.
After Amniro and Pythos had parted ways upon the world that now belonged to nobody, the world had gained the rights to its own fate. It had accepted Kjaku, the unholy fusion between man and demon, as its dominant life form. The world began to craft its own Kjaku not long after the two separated: Orbs of light would mysteriously be carried up from the ink-like grounds. The orbs of light would turn into new Kjaku and it wasn't long before the world populated itself with its generating of lifeforms. The world had become inhabited by the new monstrosity.
The drab world began to lighten up- the ground began to resemble something much more earth-like, and the skies cleared from the darkness. The world had begun to generate an atmosphere. Trees began to grow, grass began to spread, and smaller life forms began to emerge ever so slowly. It was evident that the world began an attempt to copy the one that its ex-master last visited - earth. And it copied quite precisely. Immediately, the monster who was once man- Pythos - had taken charge. Eager to have found the turn of events that had been caused through his wickedness, he sought to take control over the newly created Kjaku population. The mad man had the idea of ruling the Kjaku as a king- a tyrant.
The Kjaku had learned to behave like people- in a short time, they'd learned to utilize their environment to craft a society - a growing civilization in a land they grew accustomed to calling "The Land of Trash". They learned to read, to write, and to communicate with each other - to attack each other, to steal, and to lie. They learned to worship Pythos as their "almighty creator", who only treated them ruthlessly and cruelly through the demand of sacrifice, back-snapping work, and tribute - until a fateful day. A fateful day, when the many eyes of the Kjaku within the society had been graced by a stranger who looked nearly identical to their ruler- only opposite in color. Amniro, disgusted by what Pythos had done to its world, sought revenge.
The ex-demon convinced its fellow Kjaku with great difficulty that the face of humanity they had grown used to was wrong. Ever so slowly, Amniro ingrained into the minds of the Kjaku the idea that Pythos was no divine ruler, he was a curse. The Kjaku began to resent their leader who leeched off them- until they began to refuse his every demand and every order despite his strength and power. With every new generation, they learned to hate the mad man's ways more than the last.
Pythos had become so overwhelmed by the civilization's revolts, that he fled from his "throne". It seemed as if he'd disappeared from the world at that moment- and Amniro tried with great persistence to teach the Kjaku that their civilization could not be one of monarchy. They would worship nobody- they were to mend their ways. The ideas of freedom and peace began to fascinate the Kjaku, and years passed under the idealization with childlike wonder.
The world stopped creating new Kjaku, and its magic settled down until called upon by its creations. As centuries passed, the Kjaku built cities, buildings of staggering beauty- farms, and self-constructed "natural" landscapes. The Kjaku had grown up swiftly, and wonderfully. The creatures had achieved human sentience and complexity in such short time, and the world remained peaceful - for the most part. Pythos had returned almost reluctantly to the less settled sections of "Trash Land", and much to his relief, his unforgivable crimes had been lost and forgotten in the face of time unfortunately.
Curiosity had never been a lost trait, however. The Kjaku knew that Amniro had helped shape "Kjaku" themselves, but they never remembered how they came to be as they were.
Amniro refused to allow others to know what their origin had been like, and Pythos remained silent when approached with the matter. The story of the mad man who had tried to make a kingdom out of the demon's home.
To this day, Kjaku society remains clueless about the lost history of the world. The only thing they know, however, is that it was Amniro and Pythos who had merged together to make Kjaku- and they were not to be worshipped.