Post by Donzig on Sept 1, 2021 17:32:18 GMT -5
In the light of a candle, Donzig sits staring into the empty eyes of his mask. His fingers digging at the metal surface as he hisses, and then he speaks in a low growl. 'Once upon a time in England, if you didn't say the right things you would be burned at the stake. If you said the wrong thing to the wrong person you would be burned at the stake, if someone who didn't like you? Who didn't agree with you? Who didn't like what you did or didn't do? They could get you killed.'
'Associated with the wrong people? Knew the wrong person? Death.' Donzig nodded slowly, looking up with a shrug of his shoulders. 'It was the reign of Bloody Mary. And not going along with the mob? That was a death sentence.'
Donzig gave a bitter smile, and shrugged. 'Of course, ironically the mob who was on top in the reign of Mary had been persecuted by her brother. Because that is the nature of the Beast, the nature of the mob.'
'Don't think, don't believe in anything but the Orthodoxy, just obey the mob.' He stared at the mask silent for the moment, and then he slowly lifted it tug it into place. His visage became that of the mask, and he leaned back slowly into his rotting wingback chair. His hands lifting to steeple before him, and he tilted his head. 'So the real question is? How many innocent people will have to suffer before you think you have sufficiently saved them? Saved society? Saved the world? How much blood and suffering do you want on your hands for your pound of flesh? Who are you willing to throw on the pyre to save yourself from being tainted?'
'Of course, when the time comes you will beg and plead to save yourself. Whatever you said is fine, whatever you said is different, it's not the same.' Donzig shook his head, and he leaned slightly forward with a wave of his hand. 'But is it? You see that is the nature of man, there is always some excuse for judgement, for intolerance, for hatred. And then with the fucking ease of a child we can excuse the hatred, the intolerance, the disdain we treated people who are supposed to be our brothers. We can just blame the mob, we can blame someone else! It wasn't me! It was them!'
Donzig lifted a finger. 'The Conquest of Wales. Slavery. The Salem Witch Trials. The Holocaust. The Werewolf Trials. The Tulsa Race Riots. The Red Scare. The Rwandan Massacre. Because it is never enough is it?'
Donzig waved a hand, settling back again. 'The Road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Many people set off down that road, and they say not me! Not me! I am just, I am different, I am God's special creatures. And on that road you can betray anyone, anything, and you can excuse any thing you do in the name of justice. You can betray a friend, you can stab people in the back, and you can let down people who have done nothing to you! You can do whatever you want to people who were good to you because they might be friends with someone you don't like! They might disagree with you! But at the end of the day? We all know where that road leads don't we?'
Donzig leaned forward, tilting his head so the candlelight washed across his mask. 'And one day the weight of it crashes down on you, and you see what you've become. You wear a mask, and drown yourself in Oblivion. You try to forget what you were, and what you did. Because the pyres never stop burning, because doing right? Doing right has no end.'
A finger tapped, and Donzig gave one of those weird mechanical laughs. 'You ask who I am fighting for? I am fighting for all of you. The fallen, the damned, and the doomed. Because frankly, no one is above it. All their self-righteousness aside? They know it.'
'Associated with the wrong people? Knew the wrong person? Death.' Donzig nodded slowly, looking up with a shrug of his shoulders. 'It was the reign of Bloody Mary. And not going along with the mob? That was a death sentence.'
Donzig gave a bitter smile, and shrugged. 'Of course, ironically the mob who was on top in the reign of Mary had been persecuted by her brother. Because that is the nature of the Beast, the nature of the mob.'
'Don't think, don't believe in anything but the Orthodoxy, just obey the mob.' He stared at the mask silent for the moment, and then he slowly lifted it tug it into place. His visage became that of the mask, and he leaned back slowly into his rotting wingback chair. His hands lifting to steeple before him, and he tilted his head. 'So the real question is? How many innocent people will have to suffer before you think you have sufficiently saved them? Saved society? Saved the world? How much blood and suffering do you want on your hands for your pound of flesh? Who are you willing to throw on the pyre to save yourself from being tainted?'
'Of course, when the time comes you will beg and plead to save yourself. Whatever you said is fine, whatever you said is different, it's not the same.' Donzig shook his head, and he leaned slightly forward with a wave of his hand. 'But is it? You see that is the nature of man, there is always some excuse for judgement, for intolerance, for hatred. And then with the fucking ease of a child we can excuse the hatred, the intolerance, the disdain we treated people who are supposed to be our brothers. We can just blame the mob, we can blame someone else! It wasn't me! It was them!'
Donzig lifted a finger. 'The Conquest of Wales. Slavery. The Salem Witch Trials. The Holocaust. The Werewolf Trials. The Tulsa Race Riots. The Red Scare. The Rwandan Massacre. Because it is never enough is it?'
Donzig waved a hand, settling back again. 'The Road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Many people set off down that road, and they say not me! Not me! I am just, I am different, I am God's special creatures. And on that road you can betray anyone, anything, and you can excuse any thing you do in the name of justice. You can betray a friend, you can stab people in the back, and you can let down people who have done nothing to you! You can do whatever you want to people who were good to you because they might be friends with someone you don't like! They might disagree with you! But at the end of the day? We all know where that road leads don't we?'
Donzig leaned forward, tilting his head so the candlelight washed across his mask. 'And one day the weight of it crashes down on you, and you see what you've become. You wear a mask, and drown yourself in Oblivion. You try to forget what you were, and what you did. Because the pyres never stop burning, because doing right? Doing right has no end.'
A finger tapped, and Donzig gave one of those weird mechanical laughs. 'You ask who I am fighting for? I am fighting for all of you. The fallen, the damned, and the doomed. Because frankly, no one is above it. All their self-righteousness aside? They know it.'
