Appreciation for Beauty
She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.
And I have an appreciation for beauty...
Yes...she was most definitely beautiful...
I was in love with her.
But I was naive.
How could she love somebody like me.
But I thought she would be different....I thought
...I thought that maybe she'd understand...
I thought that maybe she'd see the real me...
she could hardly even look at me.
And when she did?
...all she could see...
...was a monster.
So I became a monster...
And you know what?
It was easy.
It was easy because it felt right...
It felt...Liberating.
I realized that Order was not something that was meant for me.
I realized that trying to fit into Order was a waste of time.
A terribly waste of time really.
And so, what is the only thing that was meant for me?
That is my one true love?
Why, the only thing that means anything in this universe of course.
Chaos.
Chaos is perfection.
And for the next several centuries...
I practiced it's glorious perfection.
Practice makes perfect, after all.
Small Chaos.
Medium Chaos.
Bit Chaos!
All sizes of Chaos!
But my favorite type of Chaos?
Plain old, Mortal Chaos.
The misfortunes of the weak...
HA! So many wonderful memories...
Their misery is my happiness.
My pranks are their plights.
Quite simply, it all just makes me laugh.
And laughing feels good, you know?
I enjoy laughing.
And I have a fantastic sense of humor.
I'm hilarious!
Unfortunately...There was one problem.
The Talons.
They have no sense of humor...
They didn't like how I was corrupting their precious children.
The Talons view themselves as morally superior...
They feel and act as....
Thought they have the "authority" to "protect" the weak...
They tried to stop me.
But as one of the last of the ancient races...
They never even had a chance.
So I set in motion the events that would lead to their extinction.
Drought. Famine. Disease.
Their magic couldn't save them.
...
Eventually...
There were none left...
...Or...so I thought.
Two pretty little princesses survived...I don't know how.
Together, with their magic they restored Order.
My world was destroyed.
My creation....destroyed.
They used that wretched Talon magic of theirs...
They summoned the rain and the sunlight.
Plants started to grow.
The famine was eradicated and the drought was quenched.
"Life" returned.
I told myself I would take great pleasure in torturing her.
It was...disgusting to say the least.
They were ruining my fun!
They returned everything to boringness.
To predictability.
She was right about me though..
I was...and I am. A monster.
And then?
They came after me forcing me from my throne.
Never letting me stop...not even for an instant.
And when I could go no further?
They were waiting...ready to face me.
I underestimated them.
Being turned to stone is quite a horrific experience...the pain?
Unimaginable.
But you know...the worst thing was?
The last thing I saw...was her.
Fortunately...I have an appreciation for beauty.
And I have an appreciation for beauty...
Yes...she was most definitely beautiful...
I was in love with her.
But I was naive.
How could she love somebody like me.
But I thought she would be different....I thought
...I thought that maybe she'd understand...
I thought that maybe she'd see the real me...
she could hardly even look at me.
And when she did?
...all she could see...
...was a monster.
So I became a monster...
And you know what?
It was easy.
It was easy because it felt right...
It felt...Liberating.
I realized that Order was not something that was meant for me.
I realized that trying to fit into Order was a waste of time.
A terribly waste of time really.
And so, what is the only thing that was meant for me?
That is my one true love?
Why, the only thing that means anything in this universe of course.
Chaos.
Chaos is perfection.
And for the next several centuries...
I practiced it's glorious perfection.
Practice makes perfect, after all.
Small Chaos.
Medium Chaos.
Bit Chaos!
All sizes of Chaos!
But my favorite type of Chaos?
Plain old, Mortal Chaos.
The misfortunes of the weak...
HA! So many wonderful memories...
Their misery is my happiness.
My pranks are their plights.
Quite simply, it all just makes me laugh.
And laughing feels good, you know?
I enjoy laughing.
And I have a fantastic sense of humor.
I'm hilarious!
Unfortunately...There was one problem.
The Talons.
They have no sense of humor...
They didn't like how I was corrupting their precious children.
The Talons view themselves as morally superior...
They feel and act as....
Thought they have the "authority" to "protect" the weak...
They tried to stop me.
But as one of the last of the ancient races...
They never even had a chance.
So I set in motion the events that would lead to their extinction.
Drought. Famine. Disease.
Their magic couldn't save them.
...
Eventually...
There were none left...
...Or...so I thought.
Two pretty little princesses survived...I don't know how.
Together, with their magic they restored Order.
My world was destroyed.
My creation....destroyed.
They used that wretched Talon magic of theirs...
They summoned the rain and the sunlight.
Plants started to grow.
The famine was eradicated and the drought was quenched.
"Life" returned.
I told myself I would take great pleasure in torturing her.
It was...disgusting to say the least.
They were ruining my fun!
They returned everything to boringness.
To predictability.
She was right about me though..
I was...and I am. A monster.
And then?
They came after me forcing me from my throne.
Never letting me stop...not even for an instant.
And when I could go no further?
They were waiting...ready to face me.
I underestimated them.
Being turned to stone is quite a horrific experience...the pain?
Unimaginable.
But you know...the worst thing was?
The last thing I saw...was her.
Fortunately...I have an appreciation for beauty.