“Am I right, buddy? That's just how the world is.”, Tomoe would question the nearly dead man while holding him by the hair, the two of them in the middle of a dim warehouse.
Raising the head closer to eye level with the Joyan, out of the shadows, it was eventually revealed that the nearly dead man's head was not connected to his body. It clearly just happened, because Tomoe was there and watching life drain from the man's eyes. Around him, Tomoe was surrounded by corpses upon corpses, huddled into corners and stuffed like so much vermin. They were more piles of flesh than people now, and that fact brought a smile to Tomoe's face. It was so... fun. Giving in, that is. SHE was the one truly by his side all along, and through HER visions was Tomoe given power and shown the real way to the truth.
The truth was, that many sacrifices would be needed to turn dreams into reality, and SHE would not get by in a world that had evil in it. All those who were evil would need to be purged, and Penumbral Guard was not the right way to do this. Though, was there anywhere that would accept his vision? The Midnight Cult was the only place that would accept him, and regardless of any brainwashing, he still begrudgingly admitted that he possessed deep admiration and love for HER. SHE had resurrected him and shown him how beautiful the world could be for everybody else if only SHE were here.
“It's not enough.”, Tomoe mused to himself, hand to chin in thought as he observed the blood pools gathered in rusted buckets and paint cans – no doubt harvested from the bodies of the dead hooligans that had so daringly assumed they were on his level.
He'd been given a quest still, after all, and he was figuring it out. There were many gangs and thugs on the streets of Hosenka, grouping together for strength and survival like rats in their little dens; mere vermin that thought that kneeling before the might of the law and skulking about in the shadows was the way to go. Bowing and submitting to the government and the knights and taking scraps when they weren't looking. Those weren't the actions of fearsome criminals with devious agendas, it was the bare minimum ambition of lowlives and penny pinchers. Those sorts of scoundrels didn't know their head from their ass, and would simply be jailed eventually without making so much as a peep, instead biding their time for a half-assed prison break or something. Being a former rat himself, Tomoe was all too aware of the ways of weaklings and degenerates. He'd worked under them and been one for so long in his past that it was only a matter of course that he would be an expert at dealing with them when presented with the opportunity to do so.
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