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Once, there was an sprite.
A fickle thing, floaters often are.
More so this Sprite.
It called itself the Emptier.
---It said that it was created to empty the evil on the world.
It didn't know how.
What classifies as evil? Who would decide?
The sprite did not enjoy this power. This power of all living things held in a pin-prick point on it's thumb.
It knew the rules, the rules of corruptions. It knew it would only last so long before it shattered- shattered into an unending tyrant worthy of horrible deaths and torture.
It knew, deep, deep down that it's existence could forever ruin every existence.
And so, it tore itself apart.
Instead of one singular sprite with all power, there were hundreds.
Each a little window of morality, a little corrector.
And correct they did.
The world would never be perfect, this
was well known. But they could get
close. Oh so close.
And the world, even with some horrible evil, was brightened. Even if people still suffered, the suffering was never permanent.
Nobody killed themselves. They didn't jump off
towers for a sort of semblance of safety.
They didn't watch as children withered on the
streets.
They didn't watch genocide happen, they ridiculed the murderers and assassinated them, banishing them to levels of hell so deep The All Seen couldn't even glance down there.