Abysmal Gaze

The world used to be a place where there was structure, there were rules, rewards, and punishment. Where the weak were hypothetically protected. The world was a place where the filth was hidden deep in dark corners. Yet this semi peaceful world collapsed became a ruthless and savage battlefield where the strong preyed on the weak. It was no longer survival of the strongest but the era of the fittest. I remember Daarkban dark gaze as he educated us piyons what we were to face as he dragged a young female piyon across the bloody basement floor. His utter rage twisted his features into a gruesome mask. " You are nothing but filthy lowly blooded waste, plenty of you will be made into whores to service the troop, your the lucky ones. The rest will be tested, tortured , and broken, and the reforged into weapons. Weapons to fight the Zarkan war and when you no longer have any use you better pray you die on battle field as even your meat will be used to feed the next set of filthy trash remember this Darathi has no use for the weak the strong won't live long the only way to survive is to adapt. The Darthi way is survival of the fittest. Now make sure you eat your fill. His gaze turned even crueller as he licked the blood from the butchers knife. A twisted smile of ecstacy at our fear. Young meat we will have tonight. We trembled at the shear horror that unfolded that night.