I myself have taken writing as a passion more than a hobby. And what’s better than the moment you find yourself tying up your story with a pretty little ribbon? Not much, if you ask me.

So there I was, scrawling down pages of mindless details and revelations for characters when the perfect thing suddenly hit me. I had been working night and day trying to come up with a proper motivation for the main antagonist, and the best I could come up with was ‘she doesn’t care much for freaks’. Cliche af. Anyways, my mind finally decided to grind something together and guess what happens when the brain actually starts working? You get a fucking perfect evil motivation. Well in this case, doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

Robin Brennan, the antagonist, just got married to a man she’s loved for three years and got a promotion in the government, now working with some of the highest people in Semita-the continent on which this story takes place. Pretty good deal, right? Nope.

One day, her husband, Marin, gets held hostage by protesters demanding all science subjects be killed. Let me explain. This continent has been secluded from the rest of the earth for generations, and they’re not very happy. So the government began developing super humans basically in programs, each named after a Greek mythological creature, the subjects’ powers corresponding to that creature.

Robin’s brother, Max, was part of the Keres program before his dad, who worked in the programs, took him and escaped. Robin therefore has to hunt down and kill every subject she can without being caught by the people higher up that want to make these ‘mutants’. After six desperate years, nothing. She’s barely wiped out three of the programs, least of all the most powerful program-the Keres program.

If you don’t know what a Keres is, I’ll tell you now. A Keres is basically a death spirit, normally a female but for the sake of the story I’m ignoring that for now. The Keres were described as dark beings with gnashing teeth and a thirst for human blood. Pleasant. They would hover over the battlefields and search for dying and wounded soldiers. In the Shield of Heracles, they’re described.

“The black Dooms gnashing their white teeth, grim-eyed, fierce, bloody, terrifying fought over the men who were dying for they were all longing to drink dark blood. As soon as they caught a man who had fallen or one newly wounded, one of them clasped her great claws around him and his soul went down to Hades, to chilly Tartarus. And when they had satisfied their hearts with human blood, they would throw that one behind them and rush back again into the battle and the tumult.” [Pages 248-257]

Very nice creatures, as you can tell. Anyways, my point being, is that I finally fucking got a moderately believable motive for my antagonist. Hallelujah, amiright? Meh, that’s just something I wanted to tell anyone really.

Ato no meinu! -Wrath


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