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There with this in, all the central characters have been introduced
Alaric
-----It seems that everyone in this godforsaken world is puffed up on self-importance and ego. Always traipsing about, proclaiming themselves to be a representative of the forces of good and evil. Look at me, I'm the son of God! Come to me for salvation, for I am your redeemer! Look at me! I identify myself with the number of the Christian devil! Hate me! Look at me! These people are all petty, insufferable children who like their play too much to grow up and put away the toys of good and evil. The one who said that there are only shades of grey was more right than he knew. Life itself is like chocolate. There are the millions upon millions of people who satisfy themselves with the cheap commercial candy, inexpensive fixes to their lives as sugar filled as the products they buy. Others, the true aficionados, can enjoy the taste of the dark chocolate, enjoying the bitter taste along with the sweet, the pure blend. Such is life. The only people who truly know how to live are the ones who can relish and immerse themselves in the darkness, the bitterness that comes with the life we live. There is no good, no bad. Only experience. The love of the sweet, and sadistic attraction of the "bitter" and "bad" is a bastardization, and a corruption of everything that is true in this world.
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-----Slowly sipping his drink, Alaric stood looking out onto the city. Ferocious winds beat their fury out on the plexi-glass barriers that separated the world of men and elemental fury of the weather. Dirt, smoke, and debris, all thrown about on this mighty current of air, all helpless in the onslaught, and yet oddly separate and remote from him. It stood a hand span away, but in his mind, in a different plane of reality. Closer to him, yet still oddly apart were the countless antlike people wandering about below him, indifferent and unknowing about his silent scrutiny. They all seemed so tiny to him, which stuck Alaric as appropriate, considering how he toyed with them on an individual basis. He had roots in every financial institution, and manipulated money (a principle he found that most people enslaved themselves to almost as much as the lie of good and evil) with consummate ease. He watched, as they bumbled about, seemingly random, but almost in a strange intricate pattern, of which Alaric was in the center. He smiled as he imagined invisible puppet lines stretching from his hands to the back of every member of the city. He raised his arms, half hoping the citizens would dance in unison in response. When they didn't, and continued on their busy little errands, he made a mocking frown, and filed the experience away. It might be interesting one day to arrange that. Intrigued, Alaric turned his back on the panorama, and walked down a richly decorated flight of stairs, savouring the effusion of art and scents. As he descended, Alaric wondered idly what to amuse himself with this day. He spun a mental roulette wheel, and settled on a tried and tested pastime. Taking his coat from a manservant, he strolled out, heading down towards the slums he tried ever so hard to preserve. He wondered what would occur to him, or what he would do in the urban jungle that he was so fond of. Everything was possible, because nothing was denied to him.
 Nihilistic Seraph · Sat Jul 16, 2005 @ 08:32pm · 4 Comments |
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