TCB: The Last Pillar | Monster of Unknown Origin

What does it mean to be a Human?

Is there some sort of trait that one would possess to be Human?

Are Humans only truly Humans for the shell the mind resides in, or is there more to that?

There are many unanswered questions about the Human mind, body, soul.

Too many to go through.

But in the eon of time that my mind had run rampant amongst the nothingness of a void, I lost myself, my name, my mind, my identity.

You might say I lost my Humanity.

But then you would be answering one of the previous questions, or rather, leaving it unanswered.

There was no definite unit of time or space to measure pain.

And while I had forgiven the transgressions and the ill-acts I had committed when I had been a Human, it was not what I mourned for.

I mourned for the wiping of an entire species, for it was my own, and I could see then that life should be cherished, not swept away. A deep, dark hatred began to build for ponykind, for Celestia could have found another way. There had to be.

There was.

And I knew.

Because I could see it from the nothingness.

My family.

My world.

My life, because of her actions against an entire collective race.

But that didn't matter to me.

In the nothingness, I could see, hear, feel, smell,... and not, at the same time. It was not as you would hear a car, or smell a meal, or feel a ball. No, I could interact... with the pain that she had caused. But that was not all.

I could TASTE it.

And it was terrible. And I loathed myself for it trying it.

But I consumed.

I consumed the rage, the despair.

I was consumed with it. By it.

The loss of my race was hard to bear, but it was even harder to bear the weight of my new task, given to me by the souls of anger and emotion from a dead race;

I was to avenge those lost.

And the promise of more pain lured me in.

I could SMELL it.

I could HEAR it.

I could SEE it.

But best of all,

I could FEEL it, and I was going to make her feel it as well.