07-27-2018, 12:21 AM
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Life was a strange concept.
It was never easy to determine what drove it, or why people existed in the first place, or why a certain arrangement of cells and atoms made it so that Pax, of all creatures, was alive. He could have been so much different, he could have not existed if it weren't for his parents, and even then it was a confusing concept to understand as to why he was alive to begin with. Not even in terms of science, but in terms of what others called religion and he called... continuation.
He had lived before, although the child did not remember this as a fact just yet. He had been someone important, someone who had followed their goal both in the former life and this one, born and bred for one purpose. It seemed that once you sold your soul (or half of it, at least) the same followed you throughout no matter which dimension you traveled to. Half of Pax's soul was gone, replaced by whatever demonic 'powers' his mother had given him. He had none, not yet at least, and even then... that was not his goal. He was never meant to be powerful, to grow up to become something known and followed. He was the individual in the sidelines, the wicked grin behind the scenes, the person playing the strings just right in order to push whatever agenda it was he wanted forward.
For now? That agenda wasn't very big. He was, after all, but a child, and rolling around in the shallow waters seemed like a much more intriguing idea than planning to become leader, or protecting others, or even trying to amass some kind of powerful position. Those were all goals, but not priorities. The fish beneath his paws were more interesting.
Life was a strange concept.
It was never easy to determine what drove it, or why people existed in the first place, or why a certain arrangement of cells and atoms made it so that Pax, of all creatures, was alive. He could have been so much different, he could have not existed if it weren't for his parents, and even then it was a confusing concept to understand as to why he was alive to begin with. Not even in terms of science, but in terms of what others called religion and he called... continuation.
He had lived before, although the child did not remember this as a fact just yet. He had been someone important, someone who had followed their goal both in the former life and this one, born and bred for one purpose. It seemed that once you sold your soul (or half of it, at least) the same followed you throughout no matter which dimension you traveled to. Half of Pax's soul was gone, replaced by whatever demonic 'powers' his mother had given him. He had none, not yet at least, and even then... that was not his goal. He was never meant to be powerful, to grow up to become something known and followed. He was the individual in the sidelines, the wicked grin behind the scenes, the person playing the strings just right in order to push whatever agenda it was he wanted forward.
For now? That agenda wasn't very big. He was, after all, but a child, and rolling around in the shallow waters seemed like a much more intriguing idea than planning to become leader, or protecting others, or even trying to amass some kind of powerful position. Those were all goals, but not priorities. The fish beneath his paws were more interesting.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden
