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Malignant Compassion

Wandering along the path of wisdom brings no joy to the cursed man,
Though many moons have passed since he set out his identity remains unknown.
Now having traipsed o'er the icy bastion of behemoths laying in his path,
He finds himself in a land so strange that he longs to return to his home...

As dawn arrived he sheltered in a disused run-down inn,
When sounds abound turned his head around to discover what dwelled within,
Gazing at him with compassionate eyes was a dishevelled girl so thin,
Upon being asked she eventually gave up her name as just "Guanyin".

She took his hand and stared at him with intensity that pierced his soul,
He began to understand the nature of compassion and his role in undoing the harm he'd caused.
That a girl of such a callow age could attain composure so serene
Was a reminder to him that not all humans were as lost as he had thought.
As the mercy and acceptance transmitted to him under her wise contemplation
Had served to erase all the doubts and behaviours that he had been taught,
He found himself bound by a hunger so severe that he doubled over in pain,
But when she reached out a hand to steady his body, before she knew it she was caught.

He fastened his jaws around her feeble neck and she moaned as he fiercely pierced the skin,
The delight of freshly taken blood was a feast for his parched throat,
She whispered aloud some mantras in her bizarre and tonal tongue,
An influx of power sent him into spasms while her life did fade as her neck broke.

Drunk on the nectar of such powerful blood, he wandered back outside,
The sunlight no more than hurt his eyes whilst he appraised the bright blue sky,
Though regretful of the life he had taken, he now threw his mission aside,
His identity was no longer his goal, he must now return to Athanasia's side.

As Velnias retraced his steps to return him back to the land of his rebirth,
The darkness grew heavy and again he found himself assaulted by men of the faith.
Barely moving to defend himself, he culled them all in a flash,
Without even stopping to glance over their corpses, he began to make haste.
The rumours he had heard that stemmed from the north were of a vernal girl in the flower of youth,
With powers unknown to others of his kin and a desire to remain chaste,
If he could return and defeat her he would take for himself her maidenhead,
While his former brood would see his undiminished power, and return once more to his embrace.

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