The Darkest Evil the World Has Ever Known

" Early morning:

My body has lost track of time in this wasteland. If my fingers do not lie, then I have been crawling in this chasm for almost six months.

The wounds have not healed, yet I am not dead.

Pen and paper have done me justice, for it is here that my sanity and my sense of time have been somewhat constructed.

Water does not quench thirst, nor do the berries from trees heal my hunger. ..

...it hurts to write, and my eyes are slowly deceiving me.

The great shadow over the horizon beckons, and I must follow."

1774-

"...indeed today these aristocrats saw the repetitive nature of history as Louis XVI took the French throne. Let us see how he responds to the growing debt of this government."

"...and the sweet, cleansing waters of revolution return. What sensational agony is this?"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

1865-

"Today the false President was captured. I did not pity him. Jefferson Davis is indeed one of the great fools of history..."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

1940-

"...I have always liked this Churchill fellow. Seven years prior, the Third Reich staged a massive book burning... as all jaded incompetents destroy what they do not understand. Perhaps he will do what is necessary. I have spoken with Churchill on many occasions. I see a great friendship between he and the "broken king" of the United States."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

2008-

Such lustful ladies and pious nobles. Many a government official would consider this paradise. Unfortunately, I do not share such a view.

I have developed eyes, as some of the ladies-in-waiting have fallen into my sway. How they ache for sexual gratification and passionate bliss. The Sultan possessed such ladies, and what happened to him?






...what, indeed.




...I still delight in watching the man beg. I can still hear his nails digging into his own skin, and smell the heat from his broken ribs.

God himself could not protect Mehmed from my vengeance. Or was it Lucifer? No matter. The two have no doubt debated the game over afternoon tea. His prolonged death still warms my blood. His teeth are in Tirgoviste, buried under the surface... the decayed eyes of his armies keeping watch.

They have not been touched.

The distraction in my heart has not waned. I give distance, but I ache for her touch... long for the smell of her hair. I indeed seek her, and my instincts have betrayed me.

Hallowed be to blind opportunity...




...I do hope she will enjoy the ball.

1863-

"...Woe to the conquerors. This bloody day is the very definition of a fool's errand. These soldiers... their resistance to effective rule is without question, one of the most foolish things I have ever witnessed.

These "men of the soil" fight to hold fellow human beings in bondage... yet they themselves are held in the bondage of division and weakness. This fragmented version of the "great experiment" will end in failure. Soon, their great warrior will be mortally wounded.

The Confederate Armed Forces will be defeated in less than two years by a combination of their own foolishness... and by the strangulation from their enemies."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

1945-

"...do not understand how they believed they could escape the wrath of the sleeping giant. Today, another of these "camps" were destroyed.

I have never agreed with the Third Reich.

A madman's magnum opus? Hardly.

There is a difference between slaughter without whim... and the defense of an idea. These actions are not at all justified. Such great minds have been destroyed because of this fool. We met on numerous occasions and I was not impressed. His manipulation was simple: and his Slavic blunder cost him dearly..."

"How he begged... screaming to me like a small horse in slaughter. I placed my hand on his temple, and he felt the weight of his sins. He felt the screams of millions, and the crushing despair he had created. The Fueher took his own life. May the fallen angel torture that fool for eternity. Such penance is justified."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

2008-

Such a romantic view. I smelled the winds of change in this seemingly unnatural setting. Here the animals make love without whim, and engage in meaningless repartee.

This locale is "governed" by a pair of coined de-baraches, imposing their will in a worthless psychological contest. They have surrounded themselves with beautiful women--a pattern often displayed by charitable rapists. They would find much in common with the fallen angel and the artificer.

Despite what they each believe... they are quite the same.