It is said that there once lived a god who was called the demon lord. He was the most beautiful creation from the entire universe. He had the power to destroy and create; his main trait is that his existence would be independent from that of his creator. He could not abide by the same rules as the others simply because there were no universal rules that would subdue his will. After many eons his free will had finally been molded into a soul. That is when he decided he would create life. Thus, he created several worlds, with different forms of existence. He decided to overlook his creation and see what would happen with no divine interference. Soon, his creation fell into self-destruction. This terrible suicide hurt the demon lord so much that he fell into the depths of despair and killed his own creation. Thousands of years of lives were destroyed in just one second. He then cried for his creation and decided that he must learn to create again, but he knew that his wrath was no match for his new creation so he decided to first learn more about all these negative feelings. He needed a safe environment where his will would not cause such terrible losses so he decided to seal himself in the body of a human. He chose his destiny so that it would match his purpose. With the last memories left from his time as a god, he decided that he would keep a journal of all he managed to learn and feel. This is how we, humans, managed to discover his existence and some of his thoughts. All that is now left of that god is a journal, forgotten in a distant temple, on the side of a mountain.
“I would like to tell people that there is no such thing as hell. If there were, the pain that you would feel there would be nothing compared to the pain of living with your feelings, gains and losses. This is what I discovered after loosing a very close person.
I pondered a great deal of time over what loss means. Is it the same as death? Or maybe is it something that you could influence or change. Death is a different matter, it’s a philosophy in itself. Loss and all that comes with it is more like the aftertaste of a delicious meal that cannot be reproduced ever again. Realizing that what you once had will never come back throws you into an excruciating pain followed by numbness. You will find yourself in the darkest room, lying on an altar, constantly possessed by fear, hatred, anger, frustration, desire of destruction of yourself and those around and a lot of questions: did I do this to myself? How dare others take what is mine, how dare they decide for me that I don’t deserve the best that life has to offer, how can they be so selfish, so narrow-minded, so egotistic, don’t they realize the pain they inflict in those around them? Where is justice? Where is...