Pazuzu/Stories

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Quotes

When Entering Dragon's Roost
What need have you of me, the lord of calamity?
I am pleased to see you before me, O mighty one
Shall I introduce you to ruin? ...Hm? Was my joke not to taste?
After Receiving a Gift
I offer more than calamity alone.
...Take this. Worry not, it shant usher ruin.
After Bond Level Increase
Heh. Calamity favors you.
You refuse to buckle even when buffeted by the winds of adversity. I respect that
Idle After Bond Level 1
Human clashing against human, strewing calamity about the land... This is your war.
Your strength is a boon that allows one to best calamity.
You are a strange lot, to willingly invite calamity inside your walls.
Idle After Bond Level 10
Through the storms, one comes to know both strength and weakness.
Naught but ruin follows in calamity's wake, but you humans have a knack for skirting such fates.
You claim this castle can weather any storm? Heh. Shall we put that theory to the test?
Idle After Bond Level 20
O unyielding one! As lord of calamity, I shall offer my aid in your fight to subdue disaster.
I confess, I am jubilant to discover beings unfazed by even my power.
My wingbeats blew the roof away? Apologies, it was not my intent...


Dragon Story Episodes
A Disastrous Life

Pazuzu is a dragon of storms and

disaster. A mere flap of his wings is

all it takes to summon great winds,

while his roar spreads a poisonous

miasma far and wide.


One day, he arrived on a plain,

seeking to make a home there.

But the moment he did so, the clear

air grew toxic, and fierce storms

became a daily occurrence.


The people who abided nearby

could handle occasional calamities,

but not daily ones. They decided

they could no longer live there,

and so left their homeland behind.


The only ones who remained were

the sick, the old, and their families.

And while they could not leave their

home, they swore to do all they

could to rebuild after each disaster.


Pazuzu found these remaining

residents both weak and stubborn,

and decided to pay them no mind.


He did not intentionally interfere

with their lives, but nor did he assist

them in any way. Yet whether he

wished it or not, his every movement

brought calamity upon them.


Every flap of his wings caused great

winds, bringing down their homes

and filling their rivers with poison.


But no matter how many times

their fields and homes were ruined,

they simply lowered their heads and

went about the process of rebuilding.


Again and again they rebuilt

their homes, and even built

stone waterways underground

to avoid the poison.


Pazuzu could not help but be

impressed by their refusal to

give up. And while had no intention

of becoming friendly, he found his

curiosity could not be quelled.


No matter how many disasters fell

upon them, the humans held out.

They were living at the edge of

a precipice, yet refusing to fall.

In this way, several years passed.


One day, Pazuzu saw dark swirling

clouds on the other side of the

plain and knew instantly that a

trial far greater than any dragon

was fast approaching.

After moving to a new home, Pazuzu,

the dragon of disaster, subjected it

to fierce winds and deadly poison.

Despite this, many people chose

to remain there and live on.


But a new trial was upon them;

a vast hurricane that came every

century, carrying disease and

bringing utter ruination to all—

the Tyrannical Tornado.


Everyone looked up powerlessly

at the dark clouds on the horizon.

They had resisted disaster until

then, but knew they would soon

meet their ultimate end.


The Tyrannical Tornado swallowed up

the plain in an instant, and the rest of

the continent shortly after. All the

while, Pazuzu watched silently from

the safety of the upper skies.


Succumbing to panic, many a town,

man, and woman fell to the great

hurricane. Among these was the town

built by the former plain residents—

those who left for fear of Pazuzu.


After several days, the winds calmed.

But just as the survivors were feeling

relieved, diseases began to spread

on the breeze, and countless

people met a grisly end.


The people resigned themselves to

their fate and prostrated themselves

before the great disaster. There was

nowhere for weak humans like

them to flee now.


As he watched, Pazuzu found himself

wondering about the town built on

his plain—the one filled with humans

who refused to give up their lives.


Ah, but it was a town peopled by the

poor and infirm; those too weak to

leave. He knew it could not still be

standing, and the thought filled his

heart with loneliness.


But when he returned to where the

town had stood, he was startled.


For the town—and its people—

were completely unharmed.


He recalled how they built homes

that withstood storms, and channels

that resisted poison. How they had

rebuilt the town over and over,

no matter how sick they became.


At first, they were too weak to

even flee—and yet by struggling

in earnest to live another day,

they had gained the strength to

withstand both plague and wind.


The strong had perished, while the

weak obtained true strength through

that very trait. Thinking on this,

Pazuzu marveled at just how

resilient these humans could be.


As the people rejoiced at their

safety, they heard the sound of

a peculiar wind. One identical to

that which always tormented them,

and yet one now tinged with joy.


Disaster is not to be avoided—

instead, one must live alongside it.


For those who live hand-in-hand with

disaster can never be destroyed.