Memoirs Of Demon Lord 7 Of Human And Demon Iii

For many people the name of Aqusita signifies innocent jollity, a festive place for happy mortals and essentially a port town of beginning for those happy few that wishes to travel the world. For me, alas, it is a living memory of the saddest period in my life. Even to-day the mention of that city arouses only gloomy thoughts in my mind. Five years of poverty in that town. Five years in which, first as a casual labourer and then as an mercenary of little trifles, I had to earn my daily bread. And a meagre morsel indeed it was, not even sufficient to still the hunger which I constantly felt. That hunger was the faithful guardian which never left me but took part in everything I did. It is a hunger for power, but like many others I lacked resources to envision my throne.

During those years a view of life and a definite outlook on the world took shape in my mind. These became the granite basis of my conduct at that time.

There is something repulsive in remembering the cultural indigence of that lower cla.s.s and their rough manners with one another; so that people who are only on the first rung of the social ladder find it unbearable to be forced to have any contact with the cultural level and standard of living out of which they have pa.s.sed. This was the view of the bourgeois cla.s.s, whose ideal vision of a man of respected standing was how deep his pocket is, or how well bred is his bloodline. Fools, they are all, it was a pitiful sight. Oh it is a tragedy how human have fallen so low, from once mighty race that rule the continent through blood, sweat and cold steel to a species with a few arrogant flimsy mongrels ruling over everyone else only because they were borne of the 'n.o.ble' bloodlines.

Yet unlike the ma.s.ses that which toiled in the mud, hardened by the harsh weather, toughen by the dangers of the everyday life, these pitiful bourgeois that claim themselves to be superior are no more freer than a bird in a cage.

Their choices are chosen for them by those above them, their position and ranking are decided by their peer and not by their own merits.

I will correct this mistake....

In some several books that which I have carried with me from my home, one of the books have a saying from the Demonic Continent;

"Istih Rhaio jkkgyul uul Gailn"

Roughly translated in the Imperial's language meant; "if you do not stake your life, You will never win life for yourself."

"If we consider the question of what those forces actually are which are necessary to the creation and preservation of the World, we shall find that they are: The capacity and willingness to sacrifice the individual to the common welfare. That these qualities have nothing at all to do with wealth or markets can be proved by referring to the simple fact that an individual does not sacrifice themselves for material interests. In other words, they will die for an ideal but not for a business. The marvellous gift for psychology which the Ancient Kingdom of Uootal have was never shown better than the way in which they presented their case in the fame War Against the Four Kingdom alliance.

The Four Kingdom were fighting for their n.o.bles and lords ; but the Uootal declared that they were fighting for 'freedom', and not at all for their own freedom. Oh, no, but for the freedom of all.

Even though the Four Alliance have hundred times the manpower, the supplies and the arms Uootal have. Uootalians with their declaration of Freedom lasted them over nearly 30 years against the Four Alliance. Races of different origin, ancient sages and mages of powerful magic, all flocked to their defense in the name of 'Freedom.'

Unfortunately, in the face of the might before them, Uootal eventually fell due to internal affairs, and the Four Alliance took over with the chance but left Uootal's land almost untouched. The Four Alliance won the battle but lost the war, they have victory but no spoils of war, not even a single slaves nor gold.

There is not much to know about that, as its records had been wiped clean from

the annals of history. It is a rather human thing to do, to be so much a sore loser that they had to try to cover up their own failures than to learn from it.