dear person i hate and dear dad. Enjoy
"...Anon you are a son of a bitch..."
Since I can't name you specifically without sticking two letters in one, I'll generalize and just say this: you probably suck. A lot.
....I don't even know how to start crap like this! I'd start with a "how are you?" under normal circumstances but this is you and you hardly give me the light of day to explain so WHY BOTHER?!
You are the biggest thorn on the ugliest plant that ever graced your fair little kingdom. Why? Because you think that everything HAS to have thorns and HAS to be menacing. ...But I digress, you're not a plant... No, you're a psychological roller coaster of self-harm, self-aggravation and low self esteem all in the form of a large, dragon that thinks its King of EVERYTHING. News flash old man, you're NOT the king of the Dark World. Haou for President; at least he's more normal than you are. Before you even go there, I met him. I know what he's like. Someone with that much darkness is still so so much better than you.
And it's not like I'm writing all of this just because I'm determined to spite you and show you that you pretty much exiled the best thing to ever happen to the Archfiend line. Oh no, that's not it. I'm showing you what a dragon can accomplish even in a world full "mere mortals meant only to be feasted on" as you once called them. Those mortals that do nothing "but see our kind as a game; a child's game no less". I'm doing fine here and I can prove it; enclosed in a photocopy of my psychiatry degree.
But let's have more fun with this shall we? Let's dig into that psyche of yours! My memory is sharp as ever Father and I remember every hateful little word you told me, every blame, every problem you considered me. Why would I want to forget them? They made me strong after all. You always said light dragons were nothing but glow bugs no? That's only from the jealous gazes you used to cast at their shine and brilliance. You considered the Crimson Dragon a false deity, using what power it had to control humans. It never once controlled, again a fit of jealousy. You casted me out when I accepted the offer to become a Signer Dragon. You said your son was dead and that the darkness was only fit for those who could use it. More jealousy, go figure. That darkness that you claimed was beyond me? Not quite; do you remember Red Nova Dragon? That thing said to be born from the darkness unto the Archfiends at set periods in time after its fall to counteract the Crimson Dragon? Well that Archfiend is me. Have I fallen to it? No. Have I given up on being a Signer Dragon? No.
Mother was also a dark dragon. I heard you question why the light couldn't touch you once and I almost felt bad. But considering everything you put me through, it was a little hard. I know why it can't touch you, but I'm not about to give you answers to the completely impossible. You thought me beyond the light; you hoped I'd be a shiningly dark example. Of course you did, that's all I was to you: another dark pod to keep the family shrouded. Though I may be part of a dark fiend deck, I'm friends with plenty that belong only in the light. I'm WITH one of those beings; but again that's not information I'm willing to share with my DEAR Father.
But again, I digress. You probably threw this out when you saw who it was from. I hope your darkness is treating you kindly. Try not to go too mad, the servants won't like that very much I don't think.
Your son (though you consider me otherwise)-Archfiend
