[A question, and a thousand different ways to answer. Why kill monsters, when it was humanity they hated? Why be the fingers tightening around a plastic knife or a worn dagger as their mother or father stood in a child's way? Why not LOAD away everything that does not suit you, pretend your less likable actions never happened?
Why not make a joke? Your favourite refrain. You called out for help...
* But nobody came.
Or play up to the expectations that you find killing fun, admirable, noble. Be the demon. Easiest job in the world. They are the feeling of numbers increasing. They did it for LOVE.]
So that he - and every other human in this pointless world - would know exactly what I am.
Worked, did it not? He has not made any more heroic attempts at demonslaying. He is afraid.
no subject
Why not make a joke? Your favourite refrain. You called out for help...
* But nobody came.
Or play up to the expectations that you find killing fun, admirable, noble. Be the demon. Easiest job in the world. They are the feeling of numbers increasing. They did it for LOVE.]
So that he - and every other human in this pointless world - would know exactly what I am.
Worked, did it not? He has not made any more heroic attempts at demonslaying. He is afraid.