Lightning Beast

Lightning Beast

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Walking amongst the living is disgusting. The earth isn't a play ground and the gods only ever make the world worst hopefully for these pesty humans to take proper action and clean the place up. I'm Rimicah, struck by lightning at only 14. You may wonder how I didn't die? Well I had mustered up the courage to save the world by praying to Buddha risking my very well being, sacrificing myself. To make sure the earth didn't come to an end so that humans could hopefully be grateful and clean their act up. Of course this act of mine had consequences though. Every 27 years I have to stop the biggest storms, then I go back into hybernation and well you'll understand the rest.
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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.

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