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I feel nothing but cold, dark hatred for some of my peers, my urges to deliver swift pain are overrun by desires to torture and maim. My mind constantly conjurs up fanciful images of their strewn remains as I crush and utterly devastate every... single... one of them. This has been kept in me for far too long, and is a dangerous thing to be shown to other people. I feel nothing but contempt for all, for I see them all for what they are; simpletons, mindless drones that do not have the capacity to think as I do, to think as others like me are capable of.

There is no line between good or evil; good is merely a wishful dream of such fictional aspects as 'honor', 'courtesy', 'greater good'... these do not exist. Evil is the first Law -- the Law of Nature. The strong survive and the weak suffer for it. the weak who cannot ascertain to this law act as all weakloings do; they call this law 'evil', and shun it for easier ways. A wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf.