Ce guide du nuage l'avait-il vraiment mis au défi d'un seul combat? Pour des raisons, Jonathan ne semblait pas s'occuper de sa demande. Il n'aimait pas où il était maintenant, parmi ces flammes brûlantes. Ce war-monger, ce rabbineur a osé instiller quelque chose contre lui. Il sentit la colère s'élever en lui, car cette fille était vaine et présomptueuse de sombrer dans la confrontation avec lui. Elle semblait tellement convaincue qu'un combat était inévitable avec lui qu'elle s'était déjà transformée en costume de combat. Comme il était vulgaire, pour elle de porter une gi de combat si banale, si semblable à celle que ceux qui n'étaient pas grands portaient. Une fois qu'il s'était retiré des défis, mais qu'il n'était plus cet homme, affaibli par les circonstances en une bête servile mauvaise, et qu'il était maintenant un grand être. Et pourtant, qu'est-ce qu'il a gagné de se battre. Rien. Pire encore, il avait des choses beaucoup plus importantes à faire.
Tant le guide des nuages que le guerrier de l'espace devraient essayer un peu plus fort s'ils voulaient vraiment l'empêcher de son noble chemin. Il y avait beaucoup de choses à découvrir pour lui-même. Quelles étaient les limites, le cas échéant, de ses pouvoirs et de ce qu'il avait vraiment été fait pour répondre aux questions qui le posaient. Il ne s'agissait pas de questions qui pouvaient être interrompues plus longtemps, et elles étaient plus importantes que toute fauconnerie déguisée en héroïques. S'ils voulaient vraiment s'occuper de lui, ils pouvaient aller le suivre au-delà de ses flammes.
"Cloud-guide, qu'il soit connu et qu'il soit clair, je prends sur moi-même avec ma propre volonté de laisser cet inferne effréné de flammes qui a donné naissance à notre ascendant. Dans les flammes, les pions prennent la place basse qu'ils ont été ordonnés d'occuper, et ils meurent comme ils sont consumés par les flammes purifiantes. Je peux le voir dans vos deux yeux, guerrier de l'espace et guide-nuage, comment vous souhaitez vous dénigrer et vous asservir à la charité à ceux qui sont indignes. Si vous vous souciez vraiment de mes flammes, que de me combattre et de les laisser mourir en flammes."
Des flammes venaient de Jonathan, de la paume de ses mains. Ils se sont dirigés vers lui, l'ont atteint et ont traversé tout ce qui se trouvait devant lui. Les flammes ne visaient pas à attaquer, mais plutôt à fermer cette voie que son explosion de feu avait ouverte. Peut-être qu'il pourrait enfin avoir la paix de ces idiots.
Birth name: Jonathan Sylvester Adams
Divine Name: Monad
Personality: As a human, Jonathan was quiet and obedient. He did not go against anything he could not tackle, as he was afraid. He believed that everything had a certain place in the world. At first a romantic sense of belonging, this ideal soon developed into a sense of conformity. Jonathan himself was personal unsatisfied with his place in the world, but unless he could do anything about it, he was stuck where he was. According to his own thoughts, the highest person is one who has the power to turn against all established norms, but at the time such a thought was irrelevant to him, as he didn't have what it took to move up. He could not challenge the higher authorities, therefore he was where he belonged. However, this did not mean he had to enjoy it. Throughout the days he had been miserable. He had this feeling that he was not exactly where he belonged. He was cowardly, which was why he was quiet and unassuming. He found loyalty to be important, as well as love. He wanted to find love, and held to this faint romantic hope that there was someone special for him out there. In short, he was someone who was loyal and obedient, who never seemed to question his betters, yet very bitter about his lowly position in life, and held deeply unrealistic and romantic views about how the passions of the world worked.
Interests: While not exactly a voracious reader, he read as a hobby. He had a favorite genre, fantasy, as he found the concept of heroes intriguing. It was a started when he was introduced to fantasy as a child when he first read the hobbit, and it spun from there, as he discovered more books.His favorite authors were J.R.R. Tolkien and Michael Moorcock, who were to some extent diametrically opposed. However, they were far from the only thing he read. He read a mix of modern and classics, as well as more philosophical works. Aside from reading, he would also watch movies. They were rarely anything else other than dramas or romances, and usually foreign. He thought action don't make good movies, and that horror movies are seldom of good quality. He also played pool often with his friends. He was also a fan of poetry, and mainly as a writer of one. Usually, he would write in in-rhyming iambic pentameter. He doesn't use the Internet too often, but would use them to watch movies.
History: He lived in a middle-class family. He had an older brother, Josh, who could excel. After being beaten by his brother one too many times, he gave up on trying to surpass him. He only did mediocre in school. His older brother was better than him in essentially everything, which made Jonathan bitter. He was able to get into a local community college, but Jonathan couldn't handle the work and dropped out. After dropping out of college, Jonathan was forced to take an office job, which he hates. He saw no hope of ever getting into a higher position in life. Overall, he lived a normal, mundane life.
Appearance: He has short black hair, and slightly tanned skin, and blue eyes. He is skinny and is only 5'2 in height.


Realm:Empty
Form: Human
Other: Feeling uplifted, he no longer meekly follows others.