Desire, What is it?
The general knowledge will say.
Desire is a feeling that drives us towards sothing we want or need. It's a kind of longing for sothing that will bring us satisfaction or enjoynt. Here's a breakdown of desire:
*A feeling: Desire is an emotion, a state of mind that can range from a mild wanting to a deep craving.
*Goal-oriented: Desires are often directed at sothing specific, whether it's an object, an experience, or a particular outco.
*Motivational force: Desire can be a powerful motivator. It can push us to take action, to work hard, and to persevere to get what we want.
There are different ways to describe the intensity of desire:
*Wish: This is a general longing for sothing, maybe even sothing out of reach.
*Want: This is a stronger feeling than a wish, suggesting a more specific need or goal.
*Craving: This is an intense desire, often for sothing physical or essential.
Desire can be for many things, like:
* Basic needs: We desire food, water, and shelter to survive.
* Material possessions: We might desire a nice car or a new phone.
* Achievents: We might desire success in our careers or hobbies.
* Relationships: We desire love, connection, and belonging.
* Experiences: We might desire to travel or try sothing new.
Understanding our desires is a big part of understanding ourselves. It can help us figure out what motivates us, what makes us happy, and what we want out of life.
In conclusion, taking into account all the aforentioned points, Desire can be best described as A primal instinct within all living beings, often suppressed by those who pride themselves on rationality.
In so ways, it was seen as the most disruptive force in life.
-Ding--ling!
But the fool rejected such claims.
Desire gave birth to ambition, and its liberation of it gave aning to one's efforts.
What worth was there in a life that only stifled its desires?
"Co to think of it, you still haven't repaid the debt you owe from last ti."
"And you, you ruined my chances with the girl I had my eyes on... right in front of !"
"Arrgh! It's all your fault! Why do I have to suffer like this?!"
"That's rich coming from you! Why do I have to rot in this miserable place with the likes of you?!"
Even with troubles following, at that mont, none of it mattered.
As their pent-up desires boiled in the grimy alley, the fool stoked the fire with her performance, erasing their rationality.
Leaving behind worries, concerns, and conscience.
"Die, you bastards!"
Even the sound of flesh tearing and the cries of lost humanity were drowned out by a performance so intense and addictive.
"Ahaha~!"
As desire blossod, replacing consud rationality, a crimson flower blood on the stage.
A once-hidden smile of joy began to erge on the fool's face, moving as if dancing.
"The humble fool sings~"
She declared with a brighter smile than ever before.
She illuminated the frenzy, drawing forth a joy that outshone even the moonlight.
"Singing the song of one's life"
Through this heightened spirit, reminiscing about her mories, she plucked at the strings.
"A beggar born from chaos, grasping at the salvation offered. A street thug, drunk on victory, becos a hero, then a king, whose journey I've witnessed and rembered..."
A reflection on a life lived long, a series of fleeting images, a fairytale written from the perspective of a hero, a biography from the eyes of another.
What it was called didn't matter.
Naming it was a luxury in a song ant to amplify the rrint of the celebration.
"Yet, transforming it into a rry tune, fearing the passage of ti, it lingers in this world longer than mories, passed from mouth to mouth~"
Even those unaware of the song felt the excitent, sharing in its resonance with each other...
Even without awareness, hoping to leave their mark in this world.
"Oh King, I am your fool~ As I sing this song, I also reminisce about the glorious days we spent together..."
-Ding-ling, Ding-ling!
"...So even at this mont, I hope that the emptiness you feel, shaped by those mories, will be filled, and a smile will grace your lips once more."
As the lyrics faded, the hands plucking at the strings lost their strength.
The silence that followed was a stark contrast to the previous chaos, a silence that was deafening.
Just one person.
Among the blood-soaked bodies, only one man regained his senses, his face filled with terror.
"Ah, aah...."
Was that fear directed at himself?
Or was it for what he had done in this scene?
"...You're trembling."
Either way, it was unnecessary.
Thinking so, the fool placed her slender fingers on the strings of the lute she held.
"In a place where you should be enjoying yourself, why do you worry?"
"No, please..."
"Let it go."
-Ding-ling~
"Please, I beg of you..."
"Release it."
Ring-ring~ling~ring!
"Ah, aah!!!"
"If it can't be undone, and you lack the courage to face it, then running away can also be the right answer..."
Sweet whispers intertwined with the music.
Feeling his mind being consud, the man was left with only one thought.
"Eh! Hahaha!"
Yes, this must be a dream.
If not, burying it would be enough.
Doing so would solve everything.
Wow!
The weapon in his hand eventually pierced his own throat, severing the last thread of life.
As the convulsions of his fallen body subsided, the woman, drenched in blood, began to smile wider.
"Hehe."
As if to replace the applause that should have followed her performance.
"Ahahahahahahahaha~"
Her voice grew stronger as she laughed heartily, arms outstretched, gazing at the lifeless faces before her.
The worms had perished, their reason buried.
Yet, their faces held pure delight.
Even in death, having followed their desires without concern, their end was marked by undeniable joy.
"See? Why suppress it? No matter the life, its culmination should be filled with joy and exhilaration.''
In the depths of this wretched abyss, as one contemplates their existence, all anxieties and apprehensions fade away, and their journey concludes...
If the quest for joy was the purpose of life, why was the culmination of desires seen as wicked?
"To revel in the ecstasy of liberation, even to the point of utter devastation."
Once more, a radiant grin graced the jester's lips as she beheld the ghastly remnants.
Darker and brighter.
"Such things are undeniably ~"
Whispering, she acknowledged that her own emotions, in empathy with their destiny, had reached a crescendo.
Despite the ecstasy of pleasure, her heart sank into a deep abyss.
Like the heat of a body that flares up at the climax, only to cool down in an instant.
For, as always, what followed liberation was an empty heart.
-Ding.
Yes, a desire that ended in an instant was trivial.
No matter how passionate a once-in-a-lifeti indulgence might be.
If it left nothing behind, what aning did that act hold?
-Ding-ling~
And so, she embarked on her journey.
Seeking new audiences in every mont...
Hoping that the intense pleasure that only awakened at life's final curtain would continue endlessly in her travels.
-Ding, crackle!
Even if it too beca a futile mory, she would weave together such tales like a patchwork.
Hoping that one day it would beco a story that pleased the master she served.
-Crackle, crack!
Over and over again.
Endlessly echoing that monotonous period.
-Bang!!
The lute's strings violently snapped under her hand, having been overused.
She discarded it and slowly raised her gaze to the sky.
Her eyes sharpened in the moonlight that bathed the crimson flowerbeds lining the streets.
Desire, a fleeting fla, burned within her.
And she danced, danced until the night swallowed her whole.
"I anticipate the forthcoming days to be filled with amusent, witnessing those youngsters embrace fulfilling desires that align with the Lord's intentions for them. Additionally, I am determined to impart proper conduct upon that individual."
°°°
In the Red district, a man strolled along the dimly lit streets, his footsteps echoing softly. Suddenly, he was halted in his tracks by an unexpected voice.
"Hey, hold up for a mont."
The man, known as the Jamr, tried to ignore the call and continue on his way unnoticed. Engaging in conversation here ant trouble, and he knew it all too well.
But this ti, he couldn't avoid it. The voice persisted.
"I told you to stop, you brat!"
Annoyed by the Jamr's indifference, the person behind the voice raised their tone. The Jamr wished desperately to part ways, but it seed that was not an option.
With a stern expression, the Jamr issued a warning, his voice filled with authority.
"From this mont on, every word you speak will cost a life. Choose wisely. Now, leave."
Just as the tension reached its peak, another voice shattered the silence, pushing the Jamr to his limit.
"What do you think you're doing, acting all tough..."
In an instant, the Jamr sprang into action, utilizing his agility and speed to position himself behind the source of the voice. With a swift movent, he slit the player's throat, targeting the weakest spot in his armor.
Blood sprayed from the wound, and in that mont, a glimr of madness glead in the Jamr's eyes. Cocking his head at an odd angle, he spoke to the remaining players with a chilling tone.
"Now it's your turn to feel the hooky, hooky."
What followed was a massacre, as the dark alley beca a grueso scene of decapitated bodies and spilled blood. Amidst the chaos, the Jamr stood, his presence a haunting reminder of the price one pays for crossing him.
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