Sometimes I wonder if Im a nihilist.
I dont do much except break things. Thats what they say about me: we couldve had a great civilization, if it werent for that damn Oryx, that damn Hive. They dont believe in anything but death.
The only way to make something good is to make something that cant be broken. And the only way to do that is to try to break everything.
Im glad I learned that the universe runs on death. Its more beautiful to know.
But Im lost somewhere strange.
I think that Savathûn and Xivu Arath are trying to steal the tablets from me. They must have cut off my tribute while I was away communing with the Deep. I love them so dearly. No one else is clever or strong enough to try to break me. No one else can give me this gift.
Once, long ago, I killed Xivu Arath on her war moon, and she blew up the whole moon to kill with me her. She was laughing in joy. I laughed too. A whole moon! A whole moon. It was a waste of a moon, but it taught me how to save myself from exploding worlds, which was necessary to fight the Ecumene.
I love mighty Xivu more than a moon loves the tide. Ill kill her for this. Over and over, forever and ever.
When I get home from my wanderings in the Deep, and I take back my throne, Im going to have children. Thats what I need.
Sons and daughters to love and kill.
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The Books of Sorrow
Science FictionSimilar to Destiny: Lore, this is about lore found in Destiny. This time, more specific towards the Books of Sorrow found in it. All characters and subjects in this book are owned and copyright to Bungie. This is merely a lore book, and not in anyw...
