He'd managed to reach the core. In doing do, he'd managed to also burn away everything short of his hair, but there was an explanation for that. Though the core of the planet was no different than Earth's for the most part, it seemed...much more angry. It was as if the planet's core, what he considered to be the heart and mind of the planet, knew what they'd doe to Earth and knew exactly what was happening to it. It was almost as if the planet knew all about him, his past, and even his future...which pissed him off, or rather it would have had his mind not been riddled with enough as it was.
He'd think of how he once ruled the world as a tyrant, and how soon that empire fell at his own hand once he'd finally had a revelation. He recalled first discovering the H.E.C., and how he originally looked up to Eleck and would have died to ensure immortality of the H.E.C.. He also remembered how that all changed when he saw the pain and suffering of those like Draega back o Earth...but he could also recall how foul humanity truly was.
The explosion of the initial reactor...Earth needed to be put to rest. The planet was suffering, and there was no way to heal it's wounds. But to allow the poor planet to die without bringing down those that doomed it was far too twisted. The worthy needed to move on, and Gaia needed to rest.
But who was he to judge how worthy anything was!? His powers could rival those of a God, but he himself was no God...just a man with so many complexes he ought to be collecting rent.
This planet had forced humanity to evolve...or so it seemed. The humans lived, but it seemed those he'd once deem worthy were evolving in to something better...but how was it better to arm humanity!? He knew. The planet had answered him. It wasn't an evolution so much as a curse from the planet. With these powers, the humans could kill one another off and forever allow the planet to be at peace. It didn't want to see them grow and prosper, it wanted to see them squabble, wither and die.
Micah...someone he could almost see eye to eye with. A man with true ambition; who knew the meaning of virtue and was a living explanation of chivalry. A man with so much ambition and charisma it leeked unto others and allowed their souls to spring in to action; it drove them!
But he was only a man in the end. No more, no less. The planet no doubt gave him such powers so that when the masses gathered about him, he could go off like a bomb and take out so many at once...a sick thought, but it made sense. Micah sill weeped like a human, bled like a human...he was HUMAN!
And there was nothing wrong with that. Kain...all of these powers, transformations, experiments...deep down, he was still a human himself. Kain still wept, still bled...and still felt compassion and empathy for his fellow man. For his love, Draega, and her past and present. For his friend, Maya, and her loneliness. For Seth and his insecurity, and Emma for having to bare it with him. Even for Riot...Jonas...and his misguided views.
But for Micah, he felt pain...th problem was the pain he felt wasn't physical, but rather a soul-crushing mental pain. The problem with psychological pain was that it tended to evolve; most dark emotions tended to stem from this one emotion...and form this emotion, rage was building within Kain. For what he'd said to his innocent love...for the heart of his friend he'd broken...for the brother he'd betrayed...for the Faction he'd let down. It was this emotion that had Kain meditating in his true element, allowing lava to rush over his body and rob him of all oxygen.
And so he'd wait. He'd meditate, and go back to his roots. His raven locks would swirl about him angrily as his crimson hues would stare out in to space, though he saw something: Micah. He saw a man in need of help, and that needed to find his own way back to the beginning. With each burn upon his naked flesh, he also saw his true, manipulative and deceptive enemy:
The planet.
He'd think of how he once ruled the world as a tyrant, and how soon that empire fell at his own hand once he'd finally had a revelation. He recalled first discovering the H.E.C., and how he originally looked up to Eleck and would have died to ensure immortality of the H.E.C.. He also remembered how that all changed when he saw the pain and suffering of those like Draega back o Earth...but he could also recall how foul humanity truly was.
The explosion of the initial reactor...Earth needed to be put to rest. The planet was suffering, and there was no way to heal it's wounds. But to allow the poor planet to die without bringing down those that doomed it was far too twisted. The worthy needed to move on, and Gaia needed to rest.
But who was he to judge how worthy anything was!? His powers could rival those of a God, but he himself was no God...just a man with so many complexes he ought to be collecting rent.
This planet had forced humanity to evolve...or so it seemed. The humans lived, but it seemed those he'd once deem worthy were evolving in to something better...but how was it better to arm humanity!? He knew. The planet had answered him. It wasn't an evolution so much as a curse from the planet. With these powers, the humans could kill one another off and forever allow the planet to be at peace. It didn't want to see them grow and prosper, it wanted to see them squabble, wither and die.
Micah...someone he could almost see eye to eye with. A man with true ambition; who knew the meaning of virtue and was a living explanation of chivalry. A man with so much ambition and charisma it leeked unto others and allowed their souls to spring in to action; it drove them!
But he was only a man in the end. No more, no less. The planet no doubt gave him such powers so that when the masses gathered about him, he could go off like a bomb and take out so many at once...a sick thought, but it made sense. Micah sill weeped like a human, bled like a human...he was HUMAN!
And there was nothing wrong with that. Kain...all of these powers, transformations, experiments...deep down, he was still a human himself. Kain still wept, still bled...and still felt compassion and empathy for his fellow man. For his love, Draega, and her past and present. For his friend, Maya, and her loneliness. For Seth and his insecurity, and Emma for having to bare it with him. Even for Riot...Jonas...and his misguided views.
But for Micah, he felt pain...th problem was the pain he felt wasn't physical, but rather a soul-crushing mental pain. The problem with psychological pain was that it tended to evolve; most dark emotions tended to stem from this one emotion...and form this emotion, rage was building within Kain. For what he'd said to his innocent love...for the heart of his friend he'd broken...for the brother he'd betrayed...for the Faction he'd let down. It was this emotion that had Kain meditating in his true element, allowing lava to rush over his body and rob him of all oxygen.
And so he'd wait. He'd meditate, and go back to his roots. His raven locks would swirl about him angrily as his crimson hues would stare out in to space, though he saw something: Micah. He saw a man in need of help, and that needed to find his own way back to the beginning. With each burn upon his naked flesh, he also saw his true, manipulative and deceptive enemy:
The planet.
