It's a chance encounter on the night before a fateful battle. You were taking a stroll along the wall, when by sheer coincidence you happen across Ritsuka Fujimaru, the Master of Chaldea. The young, altogether third-rate mage whose journey you've come to admire as you've observed it unfold. Somehow or another, you get to talking, and in a fit of some impulse you can't quite name, you offer to answer honestly any one question posed to you.
Perhaps needless to say, your audience is unimpressed with the answer, which only begs further response.
"Well, of course," you explain, pointing out how you're not actually human, despite your reputation as a sage. "I'm a mix between an incubus and a human. Incubi are spirits that feed on the minds of humans. Usually, they don't have an 'identity'. That's because they copy the personality of the human they're feeding off of. Incubi just take human mental activity as a source of energy.
"However, I'm half-human, so I have half an ego... I came to hold a sense of purpose. I only came to be called a sage because I learned that was how everyone would accept me. I'm no more than a monster pretending to be human."
Truly experiencing and comprehending emotions as humans do is beyond you. Yet, you still tried. Still found a mask to wear to be accepted by that very humanity you cannot seem to fully understand. But even so...
"Even for someone like me, there's one thing that will bring me happiness. A unique purpose that only I have, even among other incubi."
"And that is...?" Fujimaru finally speaks up, evidently wanting to hear the conclusion of this speech despite the doubts to your character expressed earlier.
"A happy ending for mankind, of course. In mankind's final moments, I want to see the very last human's dream." Your incubus nature means that you rely on humans for your existence, you explain. "But I still have an ego. If I don't have a meaning--a purpose--I cannot live. So, I have chosen your ending as my purpose."
Humans are strange and flawed and foolish... "But the history you create is beautiful."
Beautiful, meaningful, and worth seeing with your own eyes. Your purpose that sets you apart from others of your kind, that you chose for yourself, a feat your inhuman brethren are largely incapable of. A motivation that you largely keep to yourself, but somehow feels satisfying to reveal so frankly to this one person you've come to admire, and even moreso that that person accepts your words without judgment. Without judgment, and without the need for you to wear the mask of an aloof sage.
You have no name for it, and it's so dim it barely merits your notice, but there's something that feels faintly good about that.
Memory: A Halfbreed's Purpose (for Bowser)
Perhaps needless to say, your audience is unimpressed with the answer, which only begs further response.
"Well, of course," you explain, pointing out how you're not actually human, despite your reputation as a sage. "I'm a mix between an incubus and a human. Incubi are spirits that feed on the minds of humans. Usually, they don't have an 'identity'. That's because they copy the personality of the human they're feeding off of. Incubi just take human mental activity as a source of energy.
"However, I'm half-human, so I have half an ego... I came to hold a sense of purpose. I only came to be called a sage because I learned that was how everyone would accept me. I'm no more than a monster pretending to be human."
Truly experiencing and comprehending emotions as humans do is beyond you. Yet, you still tried. Still found a mask to wear to be accepted by that very humanity you cannot seem to fully understand. But even so...
"Even for someone like me, there's one thing that will bring me happiness. A unique purpose that only I have, even among other incubi."
"And that is...?" Fujimaru finally speaks up, evidently wanting to hear the conclusion of this speech despite the doubts to your character expressed earlier.
"A happy ending for mankind, of course. In mankind's final moments, I want to see the very last human's dream." Your incubus nature means that you rely on humans for your existence, you explain. "But I still have an ego. If I don't have a meaning--a purpose--I cannot live. So, I have chosen your ending as my purpose."
Humans are strange and flawed and foolish... "But the history you create is beautiful."
Beautiful, meaningful, and worth seeing with your own eyes. Your purpose that sets you apart from others of your kind, that you chose for yourself, a feat your inhuman brethren are largely incapable of. A motivation that you largely keep to yourself, but somehow feels satisfying to reveal so frankly to this one person you've come to admire, and even moreso that that person accepts your words without judgment. Without judgment, and without the need for you to wear the mask of an aloof sage.
You have no name for it, and it's so dim it barely merits your notice, but there's something that feels faintly good about that.