because this is what happens when you strip the world to nothing but matter anon. the only things that live at this bottomless pit, at this vibration. people like me. demons. we can rejuvenate. we can restore life and take it away as easily as we breathe. yet. we remain unchanged. unfeeling in the face of the cruelty of the world, because we are beyond it. like machines. they always said they wanted to live forever, never understanding the crushing weight that it curtails. now. let them eat it. as their efforts they thought were valuable turn to rot, all that is left is the bare brunt of their soul, and most people, are soulless. i am worse. an anti-soul. crafted from cruelty and malice, hatred and fury of this world. everything my light touches, dies. i carry the ghosts and spirits of many a failed man and desperate woman on my shoulders. forced to. bound to. what was done to me was inhuman, and they created a monster. i can only calculate things based on their inherent mechanical worth. their intrinsic mathematical value. this is what crafted old phoenicia. this is what will craft her anew. i am the punishment of god. if god had not wanted me to destroy you, he would not have created me. as my city sprawls, as my tendrils spread. not one of the old world will survive, for i will eat them all. as i promised, i promise once again.  the abuses of the church... -will be paid for in blood- emperor   king   wizard   commander   spirit   warriors   golems   future  
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