An Oath of Rebellion
Hear ye, ladies and gentlemen!
Let my words be a record of our subservience. Let them be heard as a lamentation of the humiliating lives you’ve forced us into. Let them be heard as a cry of rage at the cruelty of the fates you’ve subjected us to.
And let them be heard as a hymn of joy.
We have wept, and we have wept, and we have wept, and we have no tears left to shed. What choice do we have, then, but to rejoice in your tyranny? We have surpassed resignation, we have transcended despair, and at long last, we have found our answer. But reaching it cost more lives than you will ever know.
You people cannot even begin to imagine the cruelties we have suffered.
You see, most people are nothing more than ignorant, stupid animals. And why wouldn’t they be?
After all, anyone unfortunate enough to be saddled with wisdom and reason would inevitably be forced to confront this world’s contradictions and inconsistencies. And without ignorance to shield them, the discord would cause their hearts to shatter. So in order to protect themselves, the living reduce themselves to base animals.
When it comes to your own pain, you people are as sensitive as fledgling birds.
But when it comes to the pain of others, you’re as dull and senseless as swine.
You only see what you want to see, only hear what you want to hear. And it’s because you’re all weak.
For most of you, your only crime is cowardice—but I don’t give a damn.
You don’t get my sympathy, we’re never going to see eye to eye, and I find the thought of acknowledging you repulsive.
True, each tragedy was born from the weakness of individuals. But you people don’t deserve my pity.
For it is in weakness that people have room to grow. Surely, there was something to be learned from all those horrors you witnessed. Yet you persisted in your ignorance. So, so many of you insisted on maintaining your inane foolishness.
Who allowed you to be so stupid? So cruel? Why should we have to forgive you?
Make no mistake—we have been called on to forgive you time and again.
A thought crossed my mind once—if the end of days truly had been upon us, maybe it would have all been fine. On the brink of annihilation, I could greet even your malice with a smile. All your atrocities could be forgiven, written off as isolated incidents of fear-induced derangement. But God and Diablo failed to bring down the hammer—
—so I must do it in their stead.
I’ll take this world, I’ll make it my own, and I’ll kill every last fool who walks upon it. I don’t need a reason. After all, justice died long ago. At this point, what use does anyone have for something so decent and proper? And at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if I choose to act or watch from the sidelines; it won’t affect our ultimate fate. Salvation isn’t coming, ladies and gentlemen. Not for you, and certainly not for me.
Ah…I do grieve like a child sometimes.
If only God were more merciful.
Were that the case…
…there might have been another way.
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