Huntsmen and Huntresses... Humans who stand again the tide of Grimm, sending in even teens to die by monster's hands to just a few can live in peace. All of them are limited and weakned, this setback comes from their flesh. The biomass they so despe...
One day I understood the weakness of my flesh... I was young back then, blindly believing that a Hero will appear and that their body will be strong enough to stop even the strongest attack...
The vision shows a little boy with his entire arm missing and next to him another man laying down covered in blood with a sword in hand.
But then I saw what it was really like. I saw human flesh give away from Grimm's claws like it's nothing. Neither the Hero's muscles nor even bones stopped the beast who tear and him and me.
It shows the same boy laying in hospital bed with his wounds patched and all type of wires hooked up.
It was then I understood how weak the flesh is. It will fail you. As I laid there in the hospital without an arm I wondered... How can I fix this?
Next picture shows a young boy at the workbench with spark flying off of it. Working with only one and until he suddenly picked up the object he worked on showing a metal arm.
I read and researched. I got money from my parents and bought material to work on a prosthethic, a replacement. They could buy any I wanted but I decided to make my own. Test myself and my intellect.
Next it shows a boy with his new arm attached and holding a small axe before taking a swing and going throught the wood he tested on along with the one underneath.
This limb was better... stronger than any human's limb and I could tweak it at any moment I wanted. Obviously I followed the path that had gears and metal in it. And took up... an ambitious project.
A grown up young man looks down on a set of limbs and some other objects that look like artificial organs. He looks at the mechanical apparatus above the surgical table and lays down on it with the machine suddenly coming to life.
I rejected flesh. I gave up organs. I spilled my own blood and burnt any trace of fleshy weakness. The hardest were vital organs. Removing them meant my death but... I've learned how to transfer the very Soul. When I've shown my theories to scientists interested in my early work they laughed at me and called my plan, calculations and hard work nothing but 'suicidal' plan.
Next vision shows a man made of metal with an axe in his hand looking down on a woman who was laying in her own pool of blood.
I understood that I can... spread my gift. Those who would die found salvation in cover of metal. They came to pick up at what becoming like me meant. The freedom and losing most of the fear of death.
Now he stands over pieces of broken android. The ginger hair and glowing emerald eyes meet his own and he could sense the fear in it as the pieces were scattered after the fight. He leaned down to start picking them up one by one.
'Artificial' life that was brought real life. Free minds of greatest people and warriors in cover of metal to never fail again and to bring salvation to those who are too afraid to accept the metal, prefering to live in their fleshy prisons.
Next one shows the metal man standing in the labolatory as many screens behind him show diffrent groups of people, those who save lives and those who take them while he holds up a mask and gently places in on someone's face. The darkness of the mask is suddenly filled with silver eyes.
They think I've lost myself but it's them who prefer weakness and death. They hold onto old ideals - outdated, weak and useless. I'm not a madman to go crazy with power nor will I force anyone I don't have to take up the metal mantle.
He looks up at his creation and his (F/C) ocularum locks onto screen. Gleam passes through it as his creation slightly floats above the ground.
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For I am the Omnissiah. I bring salvation for all who will understand the greatness of the machine!
