The wind is arrogant.
Just like the darkness in the night sky.
Just like the loftiness of the daylight.
If continues it's course regardless of human intervention.
It does what it wants, it blows without a care in the world.
It cuts down ferociously, bending and breaking the branches of trees, beating against the rocks of the mountainside.
With it, it carried leaves and spores. The essence of life.
And with it, the sweet scent of death and blood also.
It is prideful. It is arrogant.
But it is unfettered.
It was free.
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Devils were powerful creatures.
But they are beings of behavior and habit.
In a way, they are slaves to their own impulses, fettered by the wanton desire to destroy and pillage. But could they really be blamed?
Just as how the wind isn't blamed for its terrible and furious storms, and Suns aren't blamed for their scourging radiance, the creatures, such as they were, couldn't be blamed for their own nature.
