User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-39280634-20200528234406/@comment-30014014-20200606010742

The man in grey glares at the young man for seconds. Seconds spent mustering words he didn't think he would utter in his eons of existence within the celestial body, without its overwhelming presence, and between it and the beyond.

He turns and sits back to his throne of rust and rock, taking a glance at the empty thrones occupied by relics of emperors and kings. A tone unprecedented in melancholy takes his voice "Back then, things weren't as cut and dry. Even in their uncompromising violence, the animals were not cast from the same mold. Many of them were as iredeemable as they are today, but some...some were holding hope for a peace between races. There creatures of old, drenched in their vile brethren's customs, carved out cities with similar thinkers. These were the demons king and beast masters that the Parasu Rajati communed with along their people...before their more dimwitted ilk came along..."