A Better Tomorrow

The NightPromo, The Night

Before the start of this war, I lived as comfortably as one could in the Slums. I had shelter, warm meals, and a rather uneventful life selling drugs. Just about everything an Arcadian could ask for while living under Zeus.

It wasn’t until I learned about my mother’s predicament that I had to trade in that comfort for something that could’ve potentially killed me. I could’ve stayed in the light of the familiar. I could’ve turned a blind eye to my mom’s suffering and kept slinging dope until I could escape the Slums and lived in luxury for the rest of my life.

Instead, I went into the uncertain darkness and approached Drexl in an attempt to get her out of the contract she was in. That shelter? Sold. Those warm meals? Gone. As long as she was being tormented by that bastard and his men, I couldn’t allow myself the privilege of comfort.

Although it resulted in the Red Light District blowing up and my mom dead, life gave me a second chance to avenge her death.

I was an evil man back then, much like Drewitt and Grimskull were when they were a part of Apokalypsis. We acted on our own interests in order to live a comfortable life in Arcadia.

I sold drugs to the common people in order to live a life in the lap of luxury. Meanwhile, you two tortured and attacked just about everyone involved with OSW in order to find the key and open the door, waging war and starting an unlawful conquest in the process.

We were forced out of our comfort zones when we came face to face with a major turning point. We stepped out of the safety and comfort of the light and into the far unlit unknown once we were forced to make a choice.

For me, it was giving up the drug running in order to break mom out of her contract. For you two, it was stepping through the door to the outside. Karma should’ve gotten the better of us once the bomb went off and the door closed behind you two, but life gave us another shot at righting our wrongs.

I’m taking that shot by being the man I am today. So why aren’t you two doing the same? Why aren’t the both of you trying to get vengeance on Narcissa and Nox for trapping you outside of Arcadia?

The both of you reverted to your selfish old selves by going aligning yourselves with the Preservationists. You’d rather damn the future in order to achieve personal happiness.

Happiness is fleeting. The kind you’d get from that bitch and her cronies is even more so. I sacrificed my chance at personal happiness over a year ago for a better tomorrow. If you two aren’t willing to step out of the comfort of the light and into the uncertain darkness, then you’re not meant to live to see it.

Darkness will consume the light eventually… and I am the Night.