Emotions; A primal instinct you can't Control nor bottle up. What was a simple planet filled with simple wildlife; and simple things and necessities. Would be put under the control of a hostile and totalitarian empire while they control their people and are moderately fine. their Demon-Volk sl^ves who were abundant across their empire; simply created as a mistake; yet with their unyielding loyalty from birth up until age 7 (when their brains gain further conscience and "Lock-In"). They would be monopolized and further put under wraps to keep them loyal and like robots. with neurological stimulant controls that are implanted into the neck of a fetus during growth and all that; they would heavily suppress their emotions and thoughts. and this would be the "Normal" for generations upon generations. Yet; it would never be "Normal". Demon-Volk; culturally suppressed, yet have the ability to speak in a language that would sound similar to 'Draconian", and they worships Gods and Goddesses. A male Volk; born to Mother and Father, all of which with the Neuro-Suppressants within them. He would be the catalyst for what is to be. He would be the Trigger of it all. For years he lived in this sort of state; Living yet not. Constantly in "Pain" and seeing things not capable; and this came to completion as while wandering in a street of a bustling colony-city; stumbling and fumbling, he would conceive a painful vision; this vision would then lead to a stinging pain within the back of his neck. and then. He ripped it out. He ripped out what suppressed everything; and what he could have and should have feel. a sensation like no other overcame his body; eyes glowing red, mouth fuming; there was a big gash; a hole in his neck. electrical wire out; buzzing. screaming in agony; sensations that has never been felt before all at once flowing through him. Grief; the ancestors who wept and fell. Joy; the people in the utmost of serenity. Anger; Hatred towards what held him down. Fear; scared of what is to come next.... Pain; all of it. what he couldn't feel; what he was held from. He Woke Up. A Mass Catharsis shall ensue; as everyone realizes what it is to FEEL.
