I have wandered this city for years and viewed it from many sides, through both ignorant and enlightened eyes. Now once more my path has twisted in a manner Inot long ago I would have believed it never could and I find myself almost back where I started.
Let me explain. Like so many, my first experiances of freedom came from Zion. It was them who freed me, took me into their home, trained me and allowed me to fight in their name. Fight I did, for over a year and I still bear the scars to prove it. I followed my orders. I stole what they told me to steal, I rescued who they told me to rescue and I killed who they told me to kill. It seemed to go fine. They rewarded my obediance, money, power, the usual. It felt like a purpose. For the greatest time I was...happy. My sister had been awakened shortly after me and together it felt like we were taking on the world, side by side.
She's gone now. Taken but the self-righteous blue tide that plagues this city. I admit, I fell apart. For months I was a wreck, I'll be ever thankful to those who pulled me though it. Nehamiah, Gavrael, Kelder, Almore, Dawn, know that wherever you are now I owe you more than you could ever know. A couple of acts of rebellion against Zions leadership later and I'm on my own stolen ship with a few close allies, running from the same people I fought beside.
I end up fighting for the Machines, seeing it as merely the lesser of two evils with nowhere else to go.
Again for some time I felt like I had a purpose again. I was taken in with the same holier than thou, protector of the week and innocent ideal that it seems every human who serves them has. It's crap though. I was no kind of righteous guardian, I was a prison guard, nothing more, like all the rest.
They betrayed me. Tried to take everything that I had left. I'd lost my family, my friends everything, they'd either died or abandoned me at some point. My humanity was all I had left and I was damned if I would let them take that from me too. So I defeated them, well, not so much me, but friends. New friends, those who would star in the latest chapter of this obscure story. Ettaric, RedBindi, Cinders, Vaucanson and the rest of you. Thank you for everything.
I've left them now. I know some things about the Machines that put a whole new light on this city, a whole new angle to look in from.
I know I'll be scorned by many from all sides. Another terrorist they'll say. It's ok though. Maybe one day they'll understand and if they don't....well...it means little to me.
So, now you have the basics of my past and the future awaits. Here, a record of the 4th chapter in the life of Asamodai. The Humble Crusader I call it.
All thats left is to see how it goes. Something tells me it'll be a good one.
