Demona Priest Diary Entry II

I descend from Organized Chaos.
I am a member of the Earth-Mang Species.
I am a part of the Tuwari-Mang Race.
And among My Race.
I am a Supreme.
Meaning I am One of the First.
I am the Supreme Tuwari-Mang of My Sun-Mahtsaba's 13-Sect.
Which means I am the Most Powerful, however...?
Since I am a Descendant of Organized Chaos.
Then that means I am a Descendant of the Primordial-Mang of Underworld-Realm.
Organized.
Chaos.
It means that My Natural Inherited Ability, from the Primordial-Mang.
Is My Evolutionary-Ability.
Where the 4-Elements of Fighting.
Conflict.
Fucking.
And Reproducing.
Are what Drive My Evolutionary-Ability.
And can raise Me to the Highest-Heights!
Or the Most Pathetic of Lows...!
 Winning Means Everything to a Mang of Any-Type.
There must be some type of Turmoil.
Some type of Conflict.
Some type of Fighting.
So that I can see whether I am Strong.
Or Weak.
Passing.
Or Failing.
As a Mang.
But unlike My Progenitors.
And Unlike My Mother.
And unlike Most of My Sisters.
I have, We Have, as Tuwari-Mangs.
Sun-Mahtsaba's.
Who have reared-n-raised Us.
As Father's Should.
To understand that Fighting.
And Conflict.
Fucking?
Can be Intellectual.
Mental.
And not in the tele-empathic psionic-sense.
But honestly using Our Minds.
And Our Win-Servers.
To honestly Think with more than Our Crotches...!
It is something that many other Mangs will never know and never truly understand.
We are born.
Beautiful and deadly.
But Our Brains and Mental-Aptitude, stood neglected, on purpose. By Our Progenitors.
The Primordial-Mangs fought and conquered and were among the VERY FIRST SPECIES OF UNDERWORLD-REALM!!!!!
Their Successes, and Overdependence, upon Their Evolutionary-Ability.
We end up being the driving force for why the Other Primordial-Races of Underworld-Realm.
Had no choice but to burn as many of Their Brain-Cells as possible!
To try to off-set the awesome, natural power of My Ancestors.
They were like... Forces of Nature....
Able to overwhelm and overpower.
Almost all They Encountered.
And Overrun Them.
Where?
If You Died.
If You Fell.
If You Failed...!?
As a Primordial-Mang...!?
It mean that You were Weak....
You were Unfit.
And You Deserved to Die.
You're supposed... To Die....
And it was within this framework of philosophy.
Of Customs-n-Culture.
That My Ancestors.
Were ultimately Defeated.
And Their Dimension-spanning Empire.
Destroyed.
And it is the reason why as Tuwari-Mangs.
We know that We are the Best Earth-Mangs.
Because Our Fathers.
Our Sun-Mahtsaba's.
They Raised Us with Real Standards.
Real Customs-n-Culture.
They pushed Us to think!
And not just rely on raw-power and Our Biotech-bodies!
We are still.
Organized Chaos, but...?
By having the Right Masters.
We are more Organized.
Than Chaos.....