A long time ago, he had learned the order of the world. At the top was the Lord of Nightmares. Below her, governing creation was Flare Dragon Ceipheed and governing destruction was Ruby Eye Shabranigdu -- equal and opposite. Below Ceipheed and Shabranigdu, all the dragons and mazoku stood -- generals and lords and priests and elders, below to the rank and file. All served to maintain the balance in this world. This the Ancients knew, as servants to Ceipheed and the Golden Lord directly. Each person was important, he was told, as a single act could tip the balance. It was wise to act deliberately, making each act count.
But, he had watched the massacres of his people for daring to disagree with their own side, and the mazoku hunt his new lord after he no longer became useful. And now, he had a new picture. They were all Ceipheed and Shabranigdu's little toy soldiers, all in line behind their banners, pieces to be used and discarded in their fight for supremacy. No one was important until he stopped letting Light and Darkness push him on the playing board.
Valgaav now denied both light and dark, living in grey.