The Stigma (Continued)
“Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil.”
—Marcus Aurelius
“Poverty is the mother of crime.”
—Marcus Aurelius
“The path to paradise begins in hell.”
—Dante Alighieri
And many more quotes from philosophers and other cool dudes to set the mood. (Yeah, I know that rhymed!)
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When given the choice between a greater evil and a lesser one, do you simply just not choose? Or is that a choice in of itself to let the evils rule you? To let the evils put you into proverbial chains?
Screw that. How about rising up and owning the chains? Asserting one’s own will as the more desirable evil?
Would that then… be good?
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The world is in chaos. The common man can’t make ends meet in a Second World Depression. Behind the blacked out lines of lies and secrecy the world’s governments are in crime lord’s pockets. All the while villains fight a de facto royale against the world and amongst themselves. With the glass world already cracked, now only a pebble is needed to make it absolutely shatter.
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The Black Baron is a MyDarkSide influencer—kidding—he’s actually an unhinged supervillain and acts like some sort of bad-boy playboy. Sometimes comical, petty, childish; he isn’t afraid of death or having Waya, his enforcer, completely annihilate his foes.
His neutral “only me and mine; screw the rest” philosophies are shattered when Dan—his father of a friend—is slain by the most powerful syndicate in the world. Why? Because they were targeting the Baron.
Now shaken and brooding, war has only just begun. The only certainty is uncertainty itself. Oh yeah, and casualties.
That’s not the dominant thing on the Baron’s mind however. Instead it’s the last promise he made to Dan; to make his life count.
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Elizabeth is Dan’s daughter. Her father’s involvement with the Baron led the last family she had left to the grave. The perfect example of zeal and passion in the ranks of the Angels, a police force she was conscripted into, she doesn’t hesitate to take the undercover assignment of infiltrating the Baron’s inner circle to destroy every fiber of their being from within.
“So you’re giving me a small undercover task?”
“Well,” the ArchAngel said, bobbing his head side to side, “undercover missions tend to unfold from sounding like that into things much more… delicate.”
Yeah like betrayals, blackmail, cloak and dagger, tights, cool quotes, forbidden love and more. What could go wrong? During her stay with her father’s indirect killer however she sees that people are people. Be they a Castro or a Lincoln, be they benevolent or malevolent, these “degenerates” begin to infiltrate a part of her heart she thought was dead when stripped from her biological family when she was forced into the Angels as a little girl.
The deeper she gets, the harder it is to betray them. With bonds forging in battle it becomes harder and harder to lie. Over time, she struggles to continue the little party game of Mafia she needs to keep up in order to merely survive the coming days and even darker nights.
The only thing certain, is uncertainty itself… and lots of casualties.
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Koltin_0562 is my old account. It’s been so long I think it was a new phone that made me unable to access the old account. I don’t know. Regardless, I’m picking up from where I left off.
After the comical intro things steadily get more and more serious. The sometimes cringe worthy hilarity is just part of the ramblings of a mad man. Also, there is blood, gore, and intense violence up to and including torture. (C’mon, they’re villains.)
In my draft, I’m probably about to dive head first into some philosophical clamor. Hopefully this will make memorable and unique characters. Or maybe make you think…
& No, this isn’t satirical wish fulfillment fueled by the recent economic downturns. On Koltin_0562’s version I mentioned I wrote some of this years ago. Enjoy~ ;)
xWandererx · sci-fi
