City of the south, Durianossa home of the broken and outcast. Far within the desert , protected by an older being for generation, close to the ocean the city pride itself to be able to survive without being overly restrained by rules that favors the strong or wealthiest. Where most crimes are dealt by vigilante and public watch, the guards have strict rules about intervening with the population affair. They only step forwards when they see dangers to the city itself, such is the case of this moth preacher, caught trying to prey on the broken mind newcomers in the city.


Shouting and pulling out their weapons, they scared the crowd away, then proceeded to punch the moth in the face multiple time before dragging him to the most guard area of the city. Brought in front of their leader, a lonesome Enoca smoking a strange dried plant that burns the nostrils of the bleeding preacher.



''zelados '' A preacher huh? Tell me little moth, were you so focused on the lies and manipulation you were going to use on my people to even bother learning about the few rules the city has?



''preacher'' Rules? This city is screaming of solitude, of people seeking guidance. The poor people needs someone to lead them to pure happiness, to salvation.


''zelados '' Do you actually believe any words you just threw at me, or is it the brain washing of your little cult pulling your strings? You came here to prey on people who lost everything, they do not need heartless cretins like you. I witnessed first hand how horribly a city ruled by belief of a greater being ended up like. Those who did not bend their knees were treated like trash, beaten to death or cast away by their loved ones. Like a child to an abusive mother, there is no justification for the horrible treatment, It is simply sick people trying to control and destroy anyone they desire.



''Preacher'' We are not a cult! Our leader Ezmalra is a fair and kind lady! She would never treat her people badly.



''zelados '' Spew shit at me once, i laugh, spew shit at me twice... I have been to your little moth island, i have seen those Ancient moths, those entitled creature who believe themselves to be higher beings. Lazy bitches who sit on their thrones, whole lesser moths like you worship them, treated like pets. You dare come here and manipulate my people to suffer the same fate? Please for once in your life, give me something from your heart, from your own mouth, not crap that was beaten into your mind.



''Preacher'' What do you really know of us moths? You don't know how horribly treated my kind was for generations.



''zelados '' aaaaw~ Your suffering, tell me how many Enocas have you seen in your life? I bet i am your first! Wanna know why? Because my kind wished to remain neutral during the war, we only gave helping hands when we had something worth while in returns. It was a fair deal, until both clans pressured us to aid one or the other, we did not listen and we were mass hunted. Those who did not die, returned to the ocean. I am the only one who dared walk to the surface, i have made a deal with my people to trade any ressource they could gather in the ocean, in exchanged of goods my people creates. What about the moths!? Azara is a legendary hero who is still beloved by many, and your kind chosed to live away from civilization because you deemed them lesser beings.



My kind did not chose to go back to the ocean, we were driven away of our home and forced to live there. Even to this day, if i dare walk outside my city, i would be hunted down , probably sold dead or alive. Guards.... Get rid of this moth! I let you decide of its fate, i wish to remain alone.

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