The animals that I hunt, they lead an easy life—far more easier than I want them to.
So I take. I take their lives, their souls, their very essence from the world that they have tainted.
Humans had once been an honorable species, treasured by the Creators as a mother would adore her children. Slowly, time started to erode their minds, made them believe that the humans were not enough. They hungered for something more, something…superior.
With this hunger, this need, they created the barbarians, the very reason the world was so corrupt. The humans slowly fell in caste, slowly fell from the minds of the Creators as the new race began to infect the world that had once been pure.
They had created the bastards that had ruined mankind.
Animals. Abominations. Repulsive creatures who didn't deserve what humans would call a soul, a life.
First came the Archaeos, the first and all powerful race that began to contaminate the human world, degrading the lives of humans. They drew their unearthly and unwanted powers from within the earth. One would call them shifters, or maybe even were people—I would call them a plague.
Soon enough, the Acutos came, the followers of the night. Frightening and more menacing, quicker to kill the superior human race. Life as all mankind knew it was forever changed when the first of them came.
The races lived together at first, peaceful. Fights and murders soon to break out, the Creators came up with an idea.
An idea that would bring peace to the races.
Pacchettos were assigned to certain regions, reigning and controlling the races as best they could, peace filling the land once more.
That is, until one of the leaders became corrupt. He forced them to compliance, forced them to become interracial. He made the Acutos and Archaeos come together in mating, seeking power with a hunger that petrified the lives of those who were under his control. He knew that together, the Acutos and Archaeos were destined to be the greatest warriors man could have made.
Destined to bring about a new era.
Instead? They overcame him, and a new pacchetto was assigned. There has been no change, the races pushed together by even the newest leader.
What do I think of them?
Feeble monsters who have no right to partake with humankind.
My goal in life?
To kill every single one of them—starting with the weakest.