oblivion [druig]

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TENOCHTITLAN  1521 AD

AURORA 

Druig and I disagreed on many things, but our faith in humanity wasn't one of them. 

I liked civilizations. I liked humans. As much as I had seen the bad, I'd also seen the good. They had good souls, often corrupted by power and greed. I had lived enough years now to have seen them grow and evolve; to become better and bigger and stronger. 

I guess I would always have a soft spot for humanity. 

Druig did as well. After Gupta the both of us had distanced ourselves, keeping it to the minimum. It was mostly on his part, though. We didn't talk, but I knew how much he cared about humans. After all, he'd been witness to their minds and actions firsthand. 

I was someone who believed blindly in things, and if I thought humanity was worth saving, then I would protect it until my last breath. 

It pained me to see them destroying each other. I had seen a lot of murders. I had killed and I had been witness to horrible things. 

But this. This was something else.

This was genocide. They were killed with no remorse. Women, children. They stabbed and shot every person they could see. I cursed Phastos for having given them the technology to do such horrible things. 

We're here to kill the Deviants, I reminded myself. Do not interfere. 

Ajak's voice looped again and again in the back of my head as I looked around me. 

Why shouldn't I intervene? They were dying horrible, merciless deaths.

 I blast a ball of energy into an incoming Deviant, sending it hurling backward and into a temple. It lets out a pained cry, slumping into the ground. It recovers quickly, regaining its footing and about to charge at me again when Kingo gives it one of his most powerful blasts. 

The Deviant doesn't even let out a yell as it finally slumps into the ground, dead. 

"How many more left?" I shout out to Kingo over the sound of the war around us. 

He looks around, brow furrowed before looking back at me. 

"I think that one was the last one!" 

I nod in response, looking around me and trying to ignore the pang in my chest as people around us screamed in horror. Houses burned bright red, temples crumbling to the ground at the hands of the Spanish. 

I loathed them at that moment. I shake my head, pushing back Ajak's warning. I see a family of people being cornered by a soldier. He points his gun at them and I watch as the mother and father cradle their small children in their arms, shielding them from danger. 

Over my dead body, I was going to let someone kill an innocent child. An innocent family. 

Rage builds up inside me like a tidal wave, blood rushing in my ears. I can feel my eyes flashing purple, and in an instant I'm running, pushing soldiers and sending blasts of energy aimed at them, sending them flying backward.