To hear her, any definition of a primitive world is doomed to failure.
In fairytales, creatures are born pure and devoid of all wickedness; with pure emotions like gods and white hearts like rock water.
But unfortunately, this was not the nature of our existence. Instead of talking about holiness, we were like the embodiment of evil; evil, huh?
Speaking about evil, this simple but yet more complex word than saintliness, was the one that defined me perfectly.
Recognition, Benevolence, Joy, Fun, Love, Gratitude, Admiration, Hope, Pride, Inspiration, Compassion, Serenity, Curiosity, and so on. All these positive emotions were perverted in other forms of kinds that embody evil.
My love was not love for others but for the massacre. I liked to kill, no, I loved taking people's lives. The first time I slew a living entity, it was a strange beast that had no physical shape, but even I, who was unaware of happiness, had felt something that is now described as happiness.