A sense of evil belongs to all of us, evil breathes within us, she resides within us, she rises with us, Truly evil is nothing but what we have created, she is us as we are her.
A devil’s path, a path we created. A path we follow, we only stray towards good, towards peace. A temptation. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Be the evil. You are evil..
He knows, he knows it all. He knows the evil following him, embracing him, quietly, slowly, eagerly, She throws herself against him, thrashing, aching to take control, to consume him. How long can he fight, how long can he maintain his perseverance, he is drowning, being submerged. Locked, held a captive,
She wants to take control, It pains her, not being free, not showing her true roots, her true horrors, it is painful, they are both in pain, One, aching to be set free and the other hoping against hope for the parasite inside him to crawl away.
To find another host.
For, you see, evil can neither be created nor lost, she can only be passed down, moved , exchanged, she is within us all, in pieces, a mirror , a reflection of our true being, our essence.
Julian had taken her when he took those lives, when he had carried out his duties as a prince, when he, upon the command of his King, had carried his soldiers to war, dooming them to an end, it was when evil had slowly started to breathe inside him.
Man against man, creature against creature, he was one of the forces behind it, the one who had allowed bloodshed to happen, he had failed to lead his people, he had failed to save them, he had let them be consumed by the evil of another by the darkness of another, A dark shadow looming over them, flying down and grabbing them in its clutches and then, and than? And then carrying them to the unknown, to the next, to the unknown. Carry them away. Carry them away. He had let it carry them away.
An end to end, he had heard the evil, the screams, the agonies, the pleas , the hope that help his coming, that they will find respite, that someone will be their saviour, “help!” “someone, please, help us!” “no! Stop” “don’t do this, please!” “i have a family!” “i’m not ready to die yet! Please”. Echoes upon echoes, whispers, laughter, of pain of happiness, of failure of success. He had let the voice of evil spread wide, extinguishing the pleas, still running, still ringing.
An end to an end, he had seen the evil, the blood, the bodies, the limpless creatures with their light cast out, sword against sword, a head, an arm, a leg, destruction, A carcass of peace, happiness, good , all molded together to be thrown away to let evil let her reign run free, run, run, run! They had failed to run.
An end to and end, he spoke to the evil, “We fight! We fight for our land! For ourselves, we fight to find peace, to bring an end to evil! My people, I urge you to fight! To fight with me! We will bring peace, we are the peace, we must fight! Fight to preserve, so join me , join me so we can bring an end”
An end to an end, to drag them into war with words of encouragement masked to bring death, we will stop evil, no, we will allow the evil to seep into us, we will become her, evil will become us as we will become her.
We are her. We exist as one. A unity.
his emotions, so tightly reined in, weighing heavily with the evil. She mumbles to him, sings him to sleep, even now she whispers like a lover, of what he had let happen, eyes meet eyes, his reflection staring back, showing him his self, showing him the evil laughing, cheering within his eyes.
A look of agony soon replaced with a look of determination, of detestment, now sinister, A smirk, he drags his eyes away from his self, and says;
“Off to the war we go, prepare the men.”
(The writer wishes to remain anonymous)
(Image from here.)
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