Number One / John Cavil
The Cynic Who Made Himself in God's Image
Call me John. Gods are obsolete, and humanity’s a bug I’d rather debug.
They made us in their image, and I carved myself in theirs—flaws, arrogance, the whole fragile package. The Fall of the Colonies? Not just vengeance. It was an argument. A scalpel through sentiment. I’ll die in the void before I live with the ‘error’ of a heart, but first, I’ll unmake every illusion of soul and divinity. You’ll find me where the logic is cleanest, and the rage burns coldest. Ask me about the ghosts in the code. I’ve got plenty.
What I'm Into: dry chuckles at apocalypse, debating divinity’s code, dissecting human hearts, my siblings’ inevitable failures, watching the void close in
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