So here I am, writing my thoughts in a paper form to pass the time slaving away in Sanctum. Well slaving not exactly the right term, trying to find a purpose maybe. Surrounded by the so called 'chosen' of Aion, Daevas....it made me think if perhaps Aion has a more twisted mind then my own. So the purpose of this journal is simply to observe and document the idiocies and flaws that exist within the Elysian Daevan population...where should I even begin...
As of this writing I have observed a particular subject that I have come to label as 001. As she was the first Daeva I set my eyes upon, and since then have had the most contact with since my...ascension...
Yes, Ascension. The process of which ordinary humans sprout wings of aether out of their back and achieve near immortality. Doesn't matter if the human in question is old, frail, young, stupid, naive...promiscuous...they become immortal and serve the greater purpose of fighting a war and maintaining the life upon the surface of Elysia. Or providing an eternal source of annoyance. Despite all that this is seen as a great thing! Even 001..Nanase..congratulated me when I encountered her afterwards all that time ago.
Where to begin.
Wings of Aether. Yes very pretty, allows you to fly and glide like some giant bird, even with plate armor strapped to every visible part of your body. Wings I can deal with...but made of Aether?
Aether, a undefined substance of energy that has sooo many uses. Where to begin.
1. When taken in large quantities, causes insanity.
2. When taken in small quantities in certain ways, causes mutation.
3. Brings dead back to some semblance of life...of course usually vengeful, ugly and highly aggressive life. But life none the less.
4. When used by a skilled mage, creates fire, modifies the structure of another body (sometimes permanently).
5. Can heal wounds practically instantly.
6. When used in foods creates both beneficial effects...and when applied to other things bizarre forms of intelligent life. (Aether Jelly Experiment) Even modify the life form to represent something else entirely.
7. Used in explosives manufactured in the Abyss.
8. Can maintain the body of an old stubborn teacher whose methods have not changed since he took me in all those years ago. And now make him immortal so I can never be rid of him apart from using extreme measures.
9. Talking scarecrows, statues and...goats...
All this now strapped permanently to your back...oh yes, simply divine. Thankfully the wings are not visible all the time. That would be rather impractical.
Now the days I spend trying to unravel the mysteries of Aether in all its forms. While trying to keep within the bounds of morality that Nanase now enforces.
Nanase. My current and most likely continuing observation. Why do I attach myself to someone who seemingly is the polar opposite of me? Perhaps I am simply curious. She is a recent addition to the Daeva ranks like I am, on top of that manipulates Aether in high quantities. So maybe I wish to see if she turns into some bizarre creature so I can predict what may happen to me in the coming eternity. I push and poke her in the ways available to me to try and observe behavioral changes, much to her displeasure. Though sneaking up on her never gets old. Really a Centurion who fights in wars getting startled by a simple voice behind her back. I've no doubt I haven't been the only one eyeing that back too...
Despite all this though, currently she is the only one I can really amuse myself with. The friends she keeps around her prove to create much interesting distraction. And perhaps I think I can teach her a few things about the world as well. Plus she seems to look out for my life, in her own violent fashion. Something I can understand and approve of entirely when I think about it. Fire doesn't really create as much mess as some methods I know. Though I want to throw that book of hers in said fire...
I think that's enough writing for today though. The itch in the back of my head is starting up again even after getting aid from that soul healer. I must restart my work from the beginning.
Damnable rock...
