This is a story about a child who was lost in the depths of darkness. There the child encountered beings thought to only exist in myth. Out of fear, the child somehow slew these beings, with naught but a wooden twig. As the child slew them, the child felt an odd sensation grow within them. When the child encountered more of these beings, they too were slain by the child. The more the child slays these beings, the more they felt that sensation grow. Eventually, that sensation transformed into power that surged from within the child. Desiring more of that power, what was once fear transformed into glee within that child. No longer acting in self-defense, the child began hunting those beings. Eventually, the depths grew silent, and the child called out for more. ...But nobody came.
(More or less inspired by Drakengard's weapon stories. Dunno why I ended up writing all this, lol.)
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