_tempestfell:

_{HE BORE NO ADORATION FOR HUMANITY,      ONLY LOVE AND A WILL FOR GUIDANCE,        AS HE OUGHT.        such love was lost on a demon,      of course,     half  —-  demon or not.      “yet that doesn’t stop you from trying to look like them!      that’s not envy i hear,      is it?       that’s POETIC.”}

_{HIS HANDS FORMED INTO TO TIGHT FISTS AT THE NOTION. to envy the CREATURES OF MUD was idiotic. he may have been divine and like them, but there was no SENTIMENT. whatever he had DIED long ago towards them and ENVY wasn’t wasn’t a word he would use to describe it. “you hear NOTHING.” his words came out louder than expected, but all the same they shared the same meaning, “ humanity is a DISEASE.”}