Emoforecast

 You'd think being born by the spilled blood of 26000 innocents would like being, to a human, drunk. Ah, not so much. My birth did include a feeling of a new strength and amazing power, but I was at first tested to see if I could handle such a gift. I sneer as I look back now, if such a small thing was all that took to create a being such as me, I worry for the sake of Hell. Admittedly, it sucked. There is no way to describe the actual feeling but there was a something there that caused an unconscious reaction. I say 'unconscious' for I would not lower myself to react to something nameless and, most likely, inferior. But I struggled all the

The birth was just that. A birth. Nothing more and nothing less. I must admit, however, the famed 'existence' lived up to its reputation. The strength, the newness, of a whole body, one that hasn't been damaged, one that's completely open to whatever the future holds, is power. Pure and unbridled, it's the kind of power that builds and destroys worlds in the same moment leaving nothing unaffected. But, of course, nothing is free. If details of my birth must be told, the feeling was like digging through layer upon layer of rough, coarse dirt.  It seemed to give way just enough to promise something ahead but, just as easily, promise no hope o