idolpro | Lucifel's Ideal World, v.2

—The world is ugly, he once declared.

Chaos is inevitable in this world. Pure good can’t be achieved, and pure evil breaks down. And these two extremes are always incompatible with each other. There is still some evil in a good world. That is how the world is, and it is what continues to create ugly things. Evil sneers at good, and good rages over evil. But, in a world where good and evil oppose each other, there is a group that is far more numerous that always appears.

That is ‘grey’. Neither good nor evil. A group that drifts through life haphazardly and merely exists. They don’t believe in goodness and are simply proud that they aren’t evil. Even though they affirm evil acts, they deny evil intentions. They happily say that ‘I am not evil, I am a good person’ and pardon all forms of cruelty.

They kill people while sneering. They kill people out of contempt. They kill people as part of a game. They use the excuse that they can’t restrain their desires—That’s how humans are. That’s how the world is.

Yes—this world is extremely ugly. Neither dyed by good nor fallen into evil. Unable to decide on a color, the wills of people continue to waver. As long as such evil intentions and such foul-smelling corpses aren’t destroyed.

The world will surely continue to rot eternally.

While wrapped within a curse-like fog in darkness frozen to its core.

He thus concluded.

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A man's cry of pain brings the play to a halt, and the you and the rest of the children look to the direction of the noise like hunted animals, startled and abruptly ready to run. There's the sound of indiscernible shouting and laughter, different from the sound of pain, and then there's a scream. Several of the children run - the ones who stay creep closer to the riverbank, hiding behind the trees in an attempt to be stealthy; you are among them, morbidly curious and full of dread.

The view at the riverside is a cruel one: several older men with swords and ornamental armor surround another man who wears what looks like a straw coat, though his arms have been bound underneath it - moreover, the coat is on fire, and it's evident who's done it given one of the laughing men holds a torch. While the river could be of easy relief, the armored men stand to surround the burning man, blocking off his access to water - more than that, there's rope bound to his ankles that keeps him from running straight, anyway. A little ways away, on the opposite direction from the river, there are a couple of filled buckets.

"If thou wouldst only denounce thy faith, then mercy might be granted to thee!" one of the standing men jeer as the man dances, panicked and trying to roll around on the ground to put the fire out. The burning man starts to cry out, will crumbling -

"I! D-denounce! P-please, mercy!" He stammers out his apostasy while hopping with the flames, howling; with every yell, the children flinch and look a little more ready to run, though you're planted there on the spot, tiny fists balled up to the point of white knuckles.

The men jeer a bit more - they can't hear him, what did he say? But eventually they're satisfied, picking up the buckets to dump the contents pleasantly onto the man -

It's not water. It's urine and excrement, filth - and the man screams again, ammonia burning his wounds.

Just why—what crime could have made this acceptable?

Lucifel's Ideal World, v.2

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