Rogue trader 1
The Acclaimed Artisan
“You think me a villain? A trope as ageless as theater itself; the villain. Whimsically quaint is it not? How quickly the audience accepts an act as being evil. Without a second thought they will receive a writers image and bathe in it, taking the side of the plucky protagonist over the designated antagonist. Though without the latter, how would we then judge the former? Without people like us there would be no one to accept the roll of the old fashioned “bad guy”. It takes the selfless ones such as I to define and redefine that is means to be evil. I volunteer myself to bare the roll that others will not, I am the brave one, I accept this burden, all because I want you talentless whelps to sleep at night.
Look at yourself. truth be told, you are all evil. Every one of you. You are the audience, sat there, content with your horribly skewed morals. You are the audience, with piece of mind that you will never descend to my level. You are the audience, hidden in the shadows of the stalls, because you know that if you were to walk in my light, you’d be judged worse than even I. Yet still you judge my work.
I don’t blame you of course; I don’t hold anything against my fellow man unless it has a sharpened edge. You were designed this way, conditioned to be this way, rewarded by life’s cruelties for being this way. But of course, you have no idea what I am talking about. You’ve never thought it through. You have never thought it heartless that you rank yourself above your fellow man, even subconsciously. Because I have. You have never felt disgusted by your need to sap away at the life of the Koronus Expanse so that your pitiful life may go on. Because I have. You have never bitten into the flesh of another living thing and felt sickened by your sorry species. Because. I. Have… But don’t worry… For you are not evil. You can’t be. There a millions, billions, trillions even that are just like you. You have seen evil, you know what real evil looks like; it looks like me. But… What if it weren’t for me and the thousands like me? What if? What… What if… You see now? You do don’t you?… You need us.
We redefine what it means to be bad, so that the rest of you can pretend to be good.
I’m sorry, I degrees. It is so hard for a mind like mine to stay focused. This is your moment, not mine. Your entire life has been leading to this event. Now if you please. Turn to face the audience. Bleed for them. – Fivarious Carron