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Write in your Prompt:: A new god... Just what this world needed. Sure, whatever, he may be *old*, but he was new to Legion and most other ballators in existence. Just like in war - another powerful weapon only increases the violence of opposing parties. Legion was not convinced that Tyndariai's presence would do anything but fuel the flames of the other gods. Not that he was opposed to chaos mind you. Just that this aura of peace was entirely unbelievable. In a way, he felt sorry for all the happy faces he saw in the crowd that were glad their dead zombie creatures once again walked the earth. How long until those once-dead things started eating their faces and cannibalizing each other. Legion didn't *trust* it. He just didn't. <br><br>
So when the giant, two-headed behemoth asked him to choose between justice or revenge, his white-eyed gaze immediately looked toward where Hannibal had been not so long ago. What is justice when you are oppressed? What is peace when you continue to fall beneath the hooves of others? Justice was just a fancy word for domination. It was a fantastical concept only embraced by those who had the privilege to live in fantasy.
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Without sparing a glance at the head of light, he looked deep into the eyes of the dark. "Revenge," he said firmly. "Revenge is fair. Revenge is ensuring that your enemy will never dare act against you again."
Write in your Prompt:: A new god... Just what this world needed. Sure, whatever, he may be *old*, but he was new to Legion and most other ballators in existence. Just like in war - another powerful weapon only increases the violence of opposing parties. Legion was not convinced that Tyndariai's presence would do anything but fuel the flames of the other gods. Not that he was opposed to chaos mind you. Just that this aura of peace was entirely unbelievable. In a way, he felt sorry for all the happy faces he saw in the crowd that were glad their dead zombie creatures once again walked the earth. How long until those once-dead things started eating their faces and cannibalizing each other. Legion didn't *trust* it. He just didn't. <br><br>
So when the giant, two-headed behemoth asked him to choose between justice or revenge, his white-eyed gaze immediately looked toward where Hannibal had been not so long ago. What is justice when you are oppressed? What is peace when you continue to fall beneath the hooves of others? Justice was just a fancy word for domination. It was a fantastical concept only embraced by those who had the privilege to live in fantasy.
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Without sparing a glance at the head of light, he looked deep into the eyes of the dark. "Revenge," he said firmly. "Revenge is fair. Revenge is ensuring that your enemy will never dare act against you again."
