Capítulo 47: Light and Darkness
[You should lie down for a bit child, since you don't know the full story of our lives, I will tell you, those few things that I remember. Close your eyes and focus on what I'm going to tell you, you'll need them later to stay strong if that creepy man or someone near you is planning something. And you should have an idea about your ancestors, other than listening to the rumors of some idiots who are consumed by fear.]
Rapha has no physical strength, in everyday life they look the same as normal people without anything special, except their appearance. Don't think that your hair color, different from all the others, and amber eyes are just mere accessories and symbols of a Rapha. We are more than normal people and less than gods.
Being between these two forces has its advantages and disadvantages, but no one thinks of us in the way it used to and everything was mostly our fault, because we felt superior to other living creatures.
Long ago, there were only two creatures like us that appeared in this world, they were just like you, with long silver hair and amber eyes that shone brightly with a warm aura circulating their body. They had no place in either of them, neither in the world of men nor in that of the gods, but because we live in this world and have more power than others, people began to seek help from both of them and they addressed them as the people sent by the gods, giving them the name, Rapha. And one in particular, took that for granted and started to change.
People began to build temples everywhere, all with large statues of gods at their center. They would always go there after all the good things raphas had done and thank the gods for sending them. They both said nothing about the things people wanted to do, as everything was going well and they had won the title of saints.
But later they were not happy helping the weak people, their problems were endless and both raphas weren't sent by the gods to help them either. They liked their role, since as the stronger creatures, they had to help others who were weak, but people didn't give any kind of thanks, except to their gods. So eventually they stopped behaving as such and left people to go on with their lives and ask for the true gods' help. It was the best thing to do, and so our ancestors started a new life.
But it did not last long! The problems in the human world continued, and the gods were not there to help. The sign of them leaving, was like God had cursed the people and they began to lose their minds by destroying all the temples one by one and starting wars between each other.
One of our ancestors went back among the people to put order and make people believe again, but the other refused to go back to where he was and be treated in the same way as before. He hated humans and their constant wailing made him feel disgusted. So later he made a pact to help them, but he didn't mean it in a good way. If they wanted the war to end, he would kill all those who had not asked him for help, if people asked for help over quarrels between families, he would kill the opposing family.
Unlike the first Rapha who went to help humans out of obligation, the other one was giving a clear signal that he didn't want to help them. But it didn't go as he had planned, filthy people started going to him and asking for help and in return, they would give him whatever he wanted. He felt like a servant who was left to do only the dirtiest work, but he accepted every time and in the end, he killed them all by taking all the wealth.
This situation continues for a long time and Rapha who was extremely wealthy and powerful, started his new life of luxury, showing them off in the whole empire. The emperor and all the aristocrats feared him and word of his power spread everywhere.
They feared him so much that they took actions to make him obey, sending young girls to him, luring him with money or land, sending armed soldiers to his house to make him surrender by force, but no one brought him to his knees.
He took their "gifts" and enjoyed them to the fullest, either money or girls. He created an army and exterminated one after another every aristocratic household, making his way up to the throne and creating his own empire. Nothing could stop him, neither humans nor the god himself. Time passed, and he wasn't aging like everyone else around him. His wives and children, grandchildren and so on, were all getting older over time, but he was still alive and young. His empire was still growing, but the fear he had put in the people's lives was still there.
Everything was getting boring for him, even his life as a tyrant would sooner or later make him help his people. But since he was ruling them with an iron fist, no one dared to do as they wanted, because they knew that it wasn't worth it more than their lives.
One day in front of him appeared his old friend, Rapha who chose the path of the saint. She told him to stop once and for all and let the people free, king or not he had to think about what sacrifices people were going through for him to have all that luxury. He didn't listen to her, now she was a stranger who chose to throw herself away just because humans wanted to. He called her weak and stupid for not knowing her true value and dragged her out of the palace.
Later the war began, inside and outside the empire. The enraged Rapha, together with his family, exterminated them all, and those who withdrew joined them to fight the enemy army. He re-established order, but then he received terrible news, his friend had died. Rapha was heartbroken and remembered everything that he had done to her. The person who came with him to this world had passed away, serving the humans he despised.
He left behind the throne and his family and walked little by little with his two bare feet. He wanted to go to his friend's grave as he was before, without anything. With tears in his eyes, he walked and walked, and with every person he saw on his way there, he remembered the things his friend had done for them and no one knew her name, and was sure they would not even have thanked her. He killed them all, one by one, until he reached the village where it all started.
There he cried and shouted her name at the top of his lungs, waiting for a miracle, for his friend to come back as if nothing had happened and greet him with a smile on her face. But no matter how much he waited, the miracle he wanted didn't happen. He left and decided to give people another chance, just as she wished, but soon after, he changed his mind after seeing what they had done.
Just like years ago, when they both decided to leave that village and start a new life, but it didn't last long since humans started to cause problems. Just like that time, they were looking for their saint and couldn't do anything on their own. He ignored this fact because he knew very well that they were just some parasites seeking only salvation in the supernatural, but to destroy everything that his friend had worked so hard for...that was the last push he needed to end their life.
They feared him so much that they took actions to make him obey, sending young girls to him, luring him with money, sending armed soldiers to his house, but nothing made him knee.
He took their "gifts" and enjoyed them to the fullest, either money or girls. He created his own army and exterminated one after another every aristocratic household, making his way up to the throne and creating his own empire. Nothing could stop him, neither humans nor the god himself. Time passed, and he wasn't aging like everyone else around him. His wives and children, grandchildren and so on, were all getting older over time, but he was still alive and young. His empire was still growing, but the fear he had put in the people's lives was still there.
Everything was getting boring for him, even his life as a tyrant would sooner or later make him help his people. But since he was ruling them with an iron fist, no one dared to do as they wanted, because they knew that it wasn't worth it more than their lives.
One day in front of him appeared his old friend, Rapha who chose the path of the saint. She told him to stop once and for all and let the people free, king or not he had to think about what sacrifices people were going through for him to have all that luxury. He didn't listen to her, now she was a stranger who chose to throw herself away just because humans wanted to. He called her weak and stupid for not knowing her true value and dragged her out of the palace.
Later the war began, inside and outside the empire. The enraged Rapha, together with his family, exterminated them all, and those who withdrew joined them to fight the enemy army. He re-established order, but then he received terrible news, his friend had died. Rapha was heartbroken and remembered everything that he had done to her. The person who came with him to this world had passed away, serving the humans he despised.
He left behind the throne and his family and walked little by little with his two bare feet. He wanted to go to his friend's grave as he was before, without anything. With tears in his eyes, he walked and walked, and with every person he saw on his way there, he remembered the things his friend had done for them and no one knew her name, and was sure they would not even have thanked her. He killed them all, one by one, until he reached the village where it all started.
There he cried and shouted her name at the top of his lungs, waiting for a miracle, for his friend to come back as if nothing had happened and greet him with a smile on her face. But no matter how much he waited, the miracle he wanted didn't happen. He left and decided to give people another chance, just as she wished, but soon after, he changed his mind after seeing what they had done.
Just like years ago, when they both decided to leave that village and start a new life, but it didn't last long since humans started to cause problems. Just like that time, they were looking for their saint and couldn't do anything on their own. He ignored this fact because he knew very well that they were just some parasites seeking only salvation in the supernatural, but to destroy everything that his friend had worked so hard for...that was the last push he needed to end their life.
He had given people one last chance to redeem themselves, but just like a thin thread that breaks, it was that easy for him to lost his mind completely, wanting to see the word in total chaos and covered in red.
He curses them, massacres those who showed up before him, whoever they were, the followers of the saint or God. Everywhere he went, everyone naively asked him for help and each of them was brutally killed on the spot. His pain couldn't disappear, his friend worked so hard for nothing, and even he turned his back to her. To help by giving up her life and no one appreciated her sacrifices, not even once.
When his time had come and he had to say goodbye to this world, he thought of their purpose. His friend had a pure heart and could not say no to the people who asked for her help, so she became a saint, as he followed the path of darkness and managed to vent his anger by doubling it each time, to ease even the slightest pain of the other person who couldn't act like him.
Light and darkness, both had their role in this world and after the light faded away, the darkness was left alone. Although he waited for someone to take her place and thus establish the former balance, she never appeared and he died alone leaving behind only his descendants. The descendants of darkness will always be in search of light to establish the balance that Rapha couldn't create.
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