Dagger part 1
Sarwan Moghamis (TheLorian)
He called himself the Devil, Demon Lord, Offspring of the Creator of Darkness, King of Death, but his real name was Dimitri. I called him, “Father.”
He was never my father. He kidnapped me when I was a baby. He murdered my actual parents, destroyed my homeland, destroyed millions of lives in the process. He called me his daughter, his flesh and blood. He raised me, made me into a killer.
My blade cut so much, felt so much blood and bones. I can still hear the screams of men, women, children, begging for their lives. I still killed them. I didn’t want to, but I did. My father wanted me to, so I did. I’m Dagger, I’m his Dagger.
Why did I do it? What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking; I was feeling. What was I feeling? Rage? Disgust? Joy? What was it?
There was a sense of satisfaction in my work; whether it was the satisfaction of killing the weak or pleasing my father. I wasted so much time pleasing that horrible man. The reality is, I never cared for him. He tortured and dehumanized me so that he could break me and turn me into the evil person I am. He succeeded.
I am a horrible human being. “Human” is too kind a word; I’m a monster, a heartless and gutless monster who took joy in misery. That’s who I am. He broke me, but I’m glad he did.
Father wanted me to kill, so I did. I cut off his head and dumped his body into the flames of Hell. I became the new Demon Lord, the Demon Sorcerer. I continued my quest in destroying more innocent lives.
A woman, Godmother, took me in and trained me to use dark magic. Once she served her purpose of training me, I killed her. I also cast a love spell on my “husband” and then killed him once he served his purpose. I had a daughter, she was so adorable, but once her purpose was served… well, you get the picture.
I had it all. An entire kingdom built upon darkness and an army of demons who blindly followed my every will. Humanity was so filled with fear and desperation. I finally became the person Father wanted me to be.
All good things come to an end. “Heroes” rise and “villains” fall. “Love” conquers all and hate is stuffed underneath the carpets created by reality. As long as people believe they live in a “happy” and “perfect” little world where there is no hate or evil, they are content.
Humanity is so incredibly naïve. Darkness lives among us every day and in everyone. Look at our leaders, our symbols of greatness and justice… I know the truth. All I ever did was bring that truth to life. They hated me.
“Why, you’re my daughter.”
I should’ve known: the Devil lives.
To be continued…