The masquerade of the tragic hero
What if the villains you came to know are mere pieces of a chess game? What if everyone in the story were nothing but numbers of calculated casualties in their struggle for power? Would you believe everything your mind remembers? In the end, how are you going to determine realities from conspiracies in a world that’s made of lies and truth of everyone involved?
How accurate can your memories be if you’re looking through shattered lenses of emotions? They say that there are three truths in every story, what if your reality is just as good as make believe? If justice means digging up someone’s dirt and covering someone else’s, whose mask will you be choosing to remove?
Given that all’s a villain in someone’s narrative, whose villain, am I?
“You look just as desperate as your mother was that night.”
This despicable bastard knows no remorse.
“My people were innocent; my mother was blameless! What did we ever do to provoke such heinous deeds, you disgusting scoundrel!”
The devil laughed upon hearing the word blameless.
“Blameless? You grew up to be just as ignorant as your mother! Playing victim and hiding behind distorted realities. Guess the saying proves to be true, the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. Am I mistaken, Lady Carnegie?”
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