Argi's Diary preview by Yami

This is a preview of a new thing I started thinking about doing since beating DDS2 this afternoon; a diary thingy or perhaps even just major events as they happen from Argilla's prespective. Please heavily critique! I love doing this kind of thing, but your comments help me improve! Oh, and if there are errors, that's because I forgot about Word. Anyway, please try() to enjoy!

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Argi's Diary; Several days after defeating the Vanguards (Self-Awareness)

Self-hatred. That is the only word that came to mind when finding out what I have become. Well, nasua was a result, but not the true emotion. Why did we become demons? Why were we cursed with this power that requries it's owner to devour others. Is this some sort of punishment? This, and realization of the hell that the Junkyard really is, that is the reason I strive for Nirvana.

The others, my fellow clan members, but more importantly, comrades in this freakish, never-ending war, seem to shrug off the consequences of our new power as if consuming others was perfectly normal! Especially Heat. How can he obtain such satisfaction from cramming meat from another of our kind down his throat? To him, we appear was food. If that's the case, how can I stand someone which such opposing ideals?

What scares me the most, is that every passing day, with each battle, the hunger inside grows, making it ever-more difficult to resist the sweet temptation of gorging on a fallen victim. Sure, the others stare at me oddly if I even feel a hint of remorse for the just-moments-ago alive opposing clan members, since their intentions were to also satisfy the lust for fresh meat, but this is driving me insane! Each time I devour, I feel like I am losing alittle more of myself, each time I gorge, something awakens in my mind. Dreams began to occur soon after the fight with Harvey, some vague, like of a body of water, a place full of grainy material nearby said water, but others, like one being a 'nurse', a person who apparently carries many Media packs and assists people in white outfits, and Heat with blonde hair(now that is just stupid), are the ones that give me the creeps. I can't tell anyone else about these...visions I guess is a good way to describe them, but having them somewhere besides my own head is a relief.

Among other things that I don't tell my comrades, for fear of Serph's mournful, but knowing visage, Heat's scowling, and Gale's all-too-frequent "I do not comprehend"(honestly, who can't 'comprehend' a joke?) is the feelings of doubt while in battle. Sure, sending a bullet into some sucker's skull isn't all that bad, but finding myself enjoying the sensation of my mouths filled usually sweet, though textureless parts, and the growling raging inside my midsection disappearing. That same, now impossible to ignore urge is what drives us; if ignored, we are weak and unable to fight to our maximum, though if we feast, our strength nearly doubles. This two-edged sword might be the way to Nirvana, even if, ironcially enough, the thing I want to be rid of is the tool needed to make it vanish and return to normal.

Well, there is a meeting, those are never dull, on what our next moves will be and how to keep our new members in line. Well, if someone came in and devoured most of my comrades then charismatic leader, I too would be iffy about joining sides, even though the law states we must.