Discordia Report: The Founding of Discordia

"Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair"

- Andrew Solomon

The Long Life Time Ago
She was so beautiful, everything that went on after the single large bang was a blur and everything that happened around him was slowing down. She moved to save his life, faster then he thought she ever could.

He held on to her as long as he could, his eyes almost ready to let loose all the sadness he held inside himself all these years. She was the only one that kept that despair in check with the love that she would always supply.

He held her close, hoping that somehow, someway it would be like one of those grand stories and that she would hold on to life long enough through true love to be saved.

He didn't know that after the bullet went through her heart that she died a few moments later. He refused to believe that even as they told him that he lost her without fanfare, without saying goodbye.

He would find the one that did it, he would find man that took away the only person to keep him together. He would take his time to tear him apart.

He would then think on about two things since that day. Why the world would always do anything to get out of peace and his wife Guinevere, she was so beautiful.

The Broken Man Now
Arthur knew that day would be on his mind forever, it was the fuel that kept his hatred going and it was the only thing that kept his mind together. He realized after all those years that Humanity as a whole would never want peace, they would always try and destroy each other. Lucius had shown him so, never again would he need to be the hero, never again would he sacrifice everything in his life for a world that constantly would go back to Chaos no matter what he gave up.

If the World wanted this so badly then he would no longer try to stem the tide, he would welcome, he would expand it and overflow with it. Let them drown in blood, it was what they truly wanted.

He knew a lifetime ago, Gwen would be telling him that his heroics mean something, that what he was going to do was unforgivable, he would give anything to let that moment be now.

He decided that enough was enough and that he would make sure that the new world that he had envisioned would come to pass, but first what he had discovered from Lucius all those years ago would need to be built and fixed, he had an idea of how to spread the Chaos and get the materials he needed to rebuild the technology of old forgotten Gods.

The New World Chaos
It was the single shot heard around Remnant. The first ever assassination of Discordia on the biggest supporter of Faunus and Human relations. he was able to pin it on the Faunus and this would create the perfect hornets nest for a hunger for revenge. Discordia would provide the tools for that revenge.

It was all thanks to Lancelot Xylander, one of his founding members. though he realized that demand for PMC's would be needed and that would mean finding people ready to embrace the Chaos. He only had Caelia Jocaste and Lionel Auriel, it was a good start but he needed more.

He would find a way to secure the globe for the people that were burdened with Sorrow, so that they can find a way to fight back against the Despair that destroyed their former lives.

The Real Folk Blues
There was more people then he thought. So many that could be worthy that it honestly surprised him, he was not alone with the feeling that his very soul was shattered. Now as a time to find those that would help them in fighting the order that allowed such false hope and peace to thrive.

His first recruit was a blood thirsty beast that has lost all hope just like him. The man seemed destined for Discordia, after all with a name like Mordred Blackbourne he seemed like the person that would work greatly in his new world.

A world where people were free to be whatever they choose to be in the face of never ending conflict.