Blaze TTF Prologue
"One's venom is much more poisonous to him than to the victim", they say. That venom is greed, ambition, envy, and jealousy all combined. Many a man have swayed off the road of good will for such treacherous lusts. "Man only craves for power, and with that, power craves more for man." Does man ever satisfy his ever-growing hunger? What is there to quench such an appetite?
That might is love, and only love itself can cure one's disease. In love, one only requires the presence of his beauty, the maiden who has guided him to ecstasy. Love is a gift of the divine gods, one that must not be tampered with or misjudged. Whilst never again capable of feeling my mate besides me, I yet cherish those fruitful memories of mine, of his, of us.
Memories may be sweet or bitter; they reminds us of our symbol, why we exist, or to why a lover had could not make it alive for a bit longer. Our memories are sacred, no matter the effect. "Those who have lost possession of their memories have lost a