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Name: Padlan
Prompt:
"I told you, didn't I? You were never meant to be the protagonist of the story." Padlan looked, looked at the deity from above, that mocking smile playing on their lips, their eyes cold and heartless. Why? Why must he play this part, a cannon fodder for the true holy son of the world, why? What did he do wrong? Take your part and play it, merciless words that had been spat from the lips of the one sitting above, not a thought of his own feelings and own wishes about the matter. To them he was merely a puppet in the grand scheme, his strings held tight as he was played to and fro.
Be the villain that is your role. His mother who was gentle, his father who was kind, his sister who was sweet, every last one turned their backs on him and all he could do was watch. In his mind, he screamed, he cried, he begged, please don't turn you back, it's not me, it's not me! But no one turned around. Instead they followed like mice led by the pied piper to the chosen ones side, and he? He was left alone. Forced to play his part as the villain in the story. Anger, helplessness, sadness, all bottled into one perfect potion called despair. After all was said and done, the villain was finally vanquished in the final battle leaving everyone else to live happily ever after. The villain got no such happiness.
He looked at the deity with great grievance and hate, all of this, all of this caused by this creature who ruled the world. "Pitiful child," he said, "What a shame no one loves you, no one cares," the smirk on his face said otherwise. But I know the truth, he too was not the chosen one, the protagonist of this story. So I laughed. I simply laughed and laughed until I was out of breath, the deity seemed confused and my apparent delirium.
I went silent then looked at him abruptly, a smirk on my face, mimicking those words he spoke, "What a shame no one loves you, no one cares. Pitiful deity." His eyes went murderous and face dropped, yet I kept going, jabbing harder and harder at all of his yearnings, fears, wants, everything such a deity couldn't have, I knew too well what he wanted but couldn't have, because he made me not be able to have them either. "You're just like me, no, you made me just like you, what a lonely deity". Feel the anger I thought, join me in my descent into madness, anger, hatred of the universe favouring the chosen one. We as villains after all can never be the protagonists… but we could always try and kill them.
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Name: Padlan
Prompt:
"I told you, didn't I? You were never meant to be the protagonist of the story." Padlan looked, looked at the deity from above, that mocking smile playing on their lips, their eyes cold and heartless. Why? Why must he play this part, a cannon fodder for the true holy son of the world, why? What did he do wrong? Take your part and play it, merciless words that had been spat from the lips of the one sitting above, not a thought of his own feelings and own wishes about the matter. To them he was merely a puppet in the grand scheme, his strings held tight as he was played to and fro.
Be the villain that is your role. His mother who was gentle, his father who was kind, his sister who was sweet, every last one turned their backs on him and all he could do was watch. In his mind, he screamed, he cried, he begged, please don't turn you back, it's not me, it's not me! But no one turned around. Instead they followed like mice led by the pied piper to the chosen ones side, and he? He was left alone. Forced to play his part as the villain in the story. Anger, helplessness, sadness, all bottled into one perfect potion called despair. After all was said and done, the villain was finally vanquished in the final battle leaving everyone else to live happily ever after. The villain got no such happiness.
He looked at the deity with great grievance and hate, all of this, all of this caused by this creature who ruled the world. "Pitiful child," he said, "What a shame no one loves you, no one cares," the smirk on his face said otherwise. But I know the truth, he too was not the chosen one, the protagonist of this story. So I laughed. I simply laughed and laughed until I was out of breath, the deity seemed confused and my apparent delirium.
I went silent then looked at him abruptly, a smirk on my face, mimicking those words he spoke, "What a shame no one loves you, no one cares. Pitiful deity." His eyes went murderous and face dropped, yet I kept going, jabbing harder and harder at all of his yearnings, fears, wants, everything such a deity couldn't have, I knew too well what he wanted but couldn't have, because he made me not be able to have them either. "You're just like me, no, you made me just like you, what a lonely deity". Feel the anger I thought, join me in my descent into madness, anger, hatred of the universe favouring the chosen one. We as villains after all can never be the protagonists… but we could always try and kill them.
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