Bloodstained Letter

Bloodstained Letter

I am descended from the first generation of Domovoys born from embryos forged through the refinement of dragon blood. Instead of the glorious ideals they so often preached, I witnessed only base desires cloaked in lies. They razed our homeland and stripped me of my kin... dealing me nothing but torment and chains. Those wretched worms had already lost everything. Yet, even in their utter ruin, it was only when facing a lineage lowlier than their own that they could muster their bygone arrogance. Hatred... From that moment on, it was all that remained in my heart. All of it was to grind them beneath my heel once more, to scatter their kin to the winds, and make them drink from the same bitter cup of sorrow I had tasted... Or so... I had always firmly believed... ... A deathly silence fell over the world, leaving nothing but "his" voice... It was pure hatred. "He" despised not just humanity, but everything in existence. "He" loathed every living soul that had betrayed "him," and even the very world itself that had forsaken "him." And naturally... we were no exception. For what purpose did we come this far... After pouring out my life's blood, what kind of future was I truly hoping to forge...? My hatred ought to be burning fiercer than ever. Why, then, has it withered into nothing but bewilderment and dread...? Could it be... that even my own hatred was not pure enough? Perhaps my choice was flawed from the very beginning. Perhaps I should have...