The Revelations of a Remnant

I have already made many mistakes in this life of mine that I find it haunting to know that there could be many more mistakes to come. I had overcome my teenage fears and emotions and lived to tell the tales. I had lived through the death of one and many around me and the loss of many friends as time grew longer and longer still. I have watched so much happen around me which most do not even experience within an ounce of their lives. 

I have sat down for days and just looked out into the horizon, torn from it's usual cheerful blue cheeks with blotches of dark grey and hints of musty green, thinking to myself about what I could have done to change the way these events had unfolded. The rain that would beat down gently upon the place I would sit down and I can always feel the burning sensation the acid has in reaction to my war-torn skin. My hood always up for the shred of vanity I still hold dear. Things could have and should have been different. The sun should hold majesty over the skies, not clouds bulging with corrupted rains full of acid and toxic slime. The wind should be crisp and fresh, not tainted with the scent of the millions decaying in the watselands of what we used to call the countries of our world. 

I could have saved this place from the darkness it had been brewing from it's own heart and soul, yet I was not strong enough to fight against it. To fight an evil which is truely the essence of darkness. The kind of sickeningly twisted evil that has the power to tap into those with even the highest dignity and hearts purer than the whitest snow and make them crumble under it's will. The spirits broken and the courage savagely ripped out and tossed aside as the shell of the former corrodes and melts away into nothing more than a violently vengeful advocate for the darkness it once tried to stop.

The strength I had to fight was in the power and courage my friends had bestowed within me. Their belief that I could be the one to succeed and save us all. Their wisdom to guide me and allow me to know what I needed to do to save them. They invested almost every single ounce of their being into me and yet in doing so, they made themselves susceptible to the corroding nature of the darkness that was trying to conquer. 

The only reason I remain... Is because before I earned their trust, their power and their wisdom: I was one of those who was an advocate for the darkness consuming the world.

I was a slave to the pain and turmoil, a fallen soul from the purest of protectors. I did unspeakable acts of the worst known crimes. I spilt more innocent blood than an average terrorist would even hope to accomplish in achieving his goal. I became one of the foremost feared avatars the darkness had ever created and I became the most feared avatars to slowly reclaim his humanity and his pure courage and heart, in order to save a world on the brink of losing it all. I  let my feelings dictate my final actions... I remain the only remnant of life because of it.

My name is Sora Kairuzi. This is the story of how this world plunged into the chaos of darkness.