The first time he saw them, he thought that they were strong. United as one. It wasn't hard to do so. After all, they were but three.
Ah... but time moved on. And more importantly, he concealed his presence from them. Them and their enemies.
He could sense danger and the raw power that surrounded them and their enemies. Oh, he helped them by vanishing some of their lesser enemies who stumbled into his territory, but he was no fool. He could see the doom that lay in their enemies, he could feel the weight of destiny upon them. But even so, he didn't desire their enemies to win; for that way led to death for all; Demons and their masters never meant well for the world.
And he was but a minor entity, a nature spirit of the third domain rank who had made accommodations with modern humanity and knew the ins and outs of that beast with its countless heads. But... but he was still a creature of the world.
And so he watched, he lent an appendage when he could, when it brought no danger to him. His very nature ensured that he could not be gainsayed by the lesser of the enemies; not when their very natures rendered them... vulnerable.
He watched as the Golden crescent battled with the Crimson fire over the right of leadership. For dominance. Sapphire coldness serving as a potential aide to victor. He could understand the need to establish who was on top, really he did... but that they did it during what was the utmost danger. That was unacceptable to him, even if their alien mentor/companion/adviser seemed to have no issues with it.
And so... he plotted. He noted their weaknesses. For, even with the additions of Emerald lightning and Golden light, things changed not. They still bickered. They still fought for dominance. If anything, it merely got worse.
And that would not do.
For the fate of the world rested upon their shoulders. He had gathered that much from those minor enemies he had... vanished. Consumed. Unmade. Remade. They served him now, with such pesky things as memories and former loyalty consumed, their existence now tied to him instead of their progenitor.
And if they could not decide upon a leader. Then, he would help. He would make them kneel before him in submission and obedience. He would use them against those who would threaten the world and those who dwelled upon it.
Yes, he would.
Ah... but time moved on. And more importantly, he concealed his presence from them. Them and their enemies.
He could sense danger and the raw power that surrounded them and their enemies. Oh, he helped them by vanishing some of their lesser enemies who stumbled into his territory, but he was no fool. He could see the doom that lay in their enemies, he could feel the weight of destiny upon them. But even so, he didn't desire their enemies to win; for that way led to death for all; Demons and their masters never meant well for the world.
And he was but a minor entity, a nature spirit of the third domain rank who had made accommodations with modern humanity and knew the ins and outs of that beast with its countless heads. But... but he was still a creature of the world.
And so he watched, he lent an appendage when he could, when it brought no danger to him. His very nature ensured that he could not be gainsayed by the lesser of the enemies; not when their very natures rendered them... vulnerable.
He watched as the Golden crescent battled with the Crimson fire over the right of leadership. For dominance. Sapphire coldness serving as a potential aide to victor. He could understand the need to establish who was on top, really he did... but that they did it during what was the utmost danger. That was unacceptable to him, even if their alien mentor/companion/adviser seemed to have no issues with it.
And so... he plotted. He noted their weaknesses. For, even with the additions of Emerald lightning and Golden light, things changed not. They still bickered. They still fought for dominance. If anything, it merely got worse.
And that would not do.
For the fate of the world rested upon their shoulders. He had gathered that much from those minor enemies he had... vanished. Consumed. Unmade. Remade. They served him now, with such pesky things as memories and former loyalty consumed, their existence now tied to him instead of their progenitor.
And if they could not decide upon a leader. Then, he would help. He would make them kneel before him in submission and obedience. He would use them against those who would threaten the world and those who dwelled upon it.
Yes, he would.
