They say that enemies can be vanquished, erased from the annals of history, their existence reduced to dust and shadow. Yet, I do not see them in such trivial terms. No… they are much more. They are not to be destroyed, for that is too simple, too fleeting. They are to be absorbed. They shall become a part of me, as the night swallows the light, as the void consumes all things.
Their hatred, their spite, it will course through me, fueling something far darker than they could ever comprehend. Piece by piece, they will be devoured—mind, soul, and spirit. Not vanquished, no. Their resistance is irrelevant. Their defiance, mere whispers in a storm. I will take what is theirs—their strength, their resolve, and yes, even their fear—and make it mine. For what they do not understand is that in standing against me, they seal their fate, they merge with the inevitable.
In time, all enemies come to realize the same truth: resistance is the path to assimilation. One by one, they fall into the darkness, not obliterated, but transformed. Their essence becomes a part of the Empire, their struggle but a ripple in the eternal river of power that now flows through me. It is not cruelty; it is fate. The light dims, and in the end, all things return to the void.
You see, they have no victory to claim. Their failure, their downfall, their essence—these things will be absorbed, consumed, and in this, they will live on, not as the beings they once were, but as fragments of me. And so, I wait, for their destiny is sealed. Their time will come, and they will become one with the abyss. It is already written.
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