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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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It hasn't been on my reading list yet. Will you tell me?

Very well.

A long, long time ago, on an island, just at the start of a new era with a new government, there was a local lord. He was a greedy one, who raised taxes by the year, for he wanted to build a castle.

Some time before that, there were men from the west that traveled to the island. They brought with them things to trade—material things, like guns, but other things as well. Recipes, religion—and so on.

Their religion was unusual, and it was spread along the land—but those in power did not care for it, for it was new and different, different from what they knew. Over time, they grew hostile toward anyone who practiced it.

. . .

In that particular lord's land, there were many who practiced this new religion. Since they were ostracized, and since they were looked down upon, nobody would help them when cruelties were enacted upon them. Nobody looked when their taxes were raised exorbitantly, to the point that they had nothing left for themselves to eat—and moreover, those in power encouraged violence against those people, too.

[Wow sounds like plots I've enacted.]

Go on. What became of the people?

. . .

They prayed and hoped for a savior. It was even prophesied that one would be born. Then—they discovered a boy who could produce miracles, just as the holy texts had written.

The violence grew worse. Eventually, it was to the point that they would have to fight back, or otherwise die.

. . .

Even if they fought back, they would surely die. Still, they wanted to die with meaning—

So they believed in me to lead them. They believed in me, to bring them peace, and if not that, then meaning. Then, the lords struck them all down.

Thirty seven thousand people in total.

[Huh. Well that sucks.]

And you? Did you survive?

Thankfully, I did not. If I survived that horrible tragedy, I'm sure I would have fallen irrecoverably into the deepest depths of despair.

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[Looking around at the bloody mud and the flowers and yeah, cool, Lucifel is fine.]

Yet you live on in hell. Do you feel responsible for their deaths?

I am responsible for their deaths.

[ lucifel is totally fine ]

After all, what crime did they commit deserving of death, except to follow my flag? To believe in me?

[Hm. He'll cross his arms and look across at the field.]

Did you not say they put you on the pedestal in the first place? That the persecution was coming regardless of your existence?

From the story you told your only purpose was to help them reach a death they could be content with, there was never hope in the first place.

That's quite a lot for one man to carry.

. . . Even their deaths were brutal. To the very end, they were mocked, their lives and bodies desecrated.

After they . . . we, died, the country was shut down. Xenophobia was made more and more the cultural norm, and everyone who would sympathize with me would be killed. The country would remain that way for five hundred years.

. . .

If not peace, then meaning. I am responsible for giving their deaths at least that much.

But, like this, that is all the meaning they have. "In the end, they fought and lost their lives, and the world was made worse for them trying to fight at all."

[Why are mortal lives always bad.

He doesn't agree with the premise but...]

I am sorry. What meaning would you give them?

If the world has ten people, then at least one must suffer for nine to be happy—and oftentimes, it's more likely that nine will suffer for one to be happy. At the basic, most fundamental core of everything, is that there is scarcity—is that there is an idea that there is "not enough". So people will fight, and people will pick out those who are different among them to abandon, in order to protect themselves.

That is how the current state of affairs are—but I won't have it. If the world is that way, then there is fault is in the world.

. . .

. . . In the end, they gave their lives for me—though I did not survive, their deaths and tragedy was known well enough that it was carved into human history. So, I was given a second chance, by the Holy Grail—

So, this time, I won't be distracted again.

This time, I'll reach the goal—so that there will never again be another man, woman, or child that is oppressed for their differences, when we humans are all more similar than different. So that there will never again be another man, woman, or child that is left without attending to their basic human need, so that they may live, regardless of who they are.

—. . . ah.

Edited 2020-08-08 19:01 (UTC)

. . . Well, I said "human", but "people" should be more accurate. In my time in that production, I've learned that my own worldview was too narrow, too. So—

Everyone. Humans, Miqo'te, Ascians, Hyur, Elezen, those made of metal, and everyone else as well—all who would live in the world. Having met you and Emet-Selch-san both, as well as Noah-san, and Santa-san, too. . .

I can still say that we are all more similar than we are different. We are all deserving of life, of the freedom to live, without oppression.

In their deaths, they granted me a second and third life. What I can make of this life will, therefore, be their meaning. Then, I wish to make the very most of it, to achieve this dream of mine.

Well, I do agree with those goals. I have seen a world where they are reality--scarcity and strife do not exist there. Making it real is not impossible.

[Though he's never seen mortals do it but details.]

Your words fill me with confidence.

[ details! ]

I'll certainly get there—this dream has helped me test the ropes before I put it into practice, so to speak.

Working out the kinks of your system? What are you finding works and does not?

Providing an unlimited food source is difficult, for even in that case parents may keep the food from their children, or otherwise special dietary needs might not be met. So, I've done away with hunger entirely.

An interesting take. What else?

Vehicles are dangerous, so I've removed them as well.

What about the issue of mortality?

You mean by natural causes? Old age, and sickness born from it?

Yes. To an extent. But I mean the fleeting nature of man's time on earth. It leaves them too much undone, too much they still desire to do, I think.

. . . Well, between you and me, I would prefer to scrap that too. But I've been told by a certain person that it would "change humanity on a fundamental level" to the point that they "wouldn't be human anymore", so I'm regretfully unable to take that step.

[ sigh! life is hard ]

Frankly, I'm likely already in enough trouble as it is, even with just this much. I'm surprised he hasn't come with you all to tell me off for this.

That seems a pointless thing to want to hold onto. So what if they are whatever arbitrary definition makes them "human"? Who is this man with such firm beliefs that people should not be allowed to improve?

If they can laugh, cry, love, and hold wonder and friendship in their hearts why should they be confined to things like short lifespans and old age, the anxiety that comes with the march of time for mortals, if you had the ability to remove it?

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