#(I do these sometimes. Just snippets into Dagon's life and his character.)

[saeculumaeterna]

“Why do you do this? You know it’s wrong yet you do it anyway. Why?” The words were spoken with a pained resignation, a hidden hope for a better option buried beneath. It would be dashed.

“Morals have no place in my work. I learned that long ago.” The ageless spoke, not taking his eyes away from the final move of this game. “Your efforts to project them onto me are pointless.”

“So you’re an emotionless automaton then.” The snippy replay came and it made Dagon want to scoff, roll his eyes at the sheer naiveté of it.

“Lie to yourself if you must. Don’t lie to me and expect me to adhere to your demanding perspective.” Their understanding was never needed nor was their compliance. This was simply inevitable.

“Forgive me for being angry about my entire species and planet about to be obliterated.” Sarcasm. How droll. “Do you feel anything about this? You’re killing billions of my people here and you’re treating it so casually!”

“Contrary to popular belief, compassion is not some alien concept to some lifeforms. It, like all emotional concepts, is embedded within all things. Alive or dead, aware or not, what have you. All is within us and everything else. None are truly emotionless nor incapable of any singular emotion.”

“Then you still know this is wrong.”

“Again, morals have no place in this. Morals are meaningless and hollow words used to force banners and lines on causes. They define them in pleasant packages, righteous justice and noble idealism. They drown out the enemy as vile and abhorrent, incapable of morality and thus unworthy of life. All sides claim this, and so the falsehood of morality lives on. Brands of delusion forced upon the ignorant and the arrogant.” He had thoughts about morality.

“I’ve travelled across every world that is, isn’t, will be, and can never be. All lifeforms upon them consider themselves the center of their universe.” Dagon finally glanced over his shoulder at his audience. “You have no idea.”

“No idea of what? Some unfathomable concept beyond my tiny mortal brain? Spare me your arrogance.”

“Hypocrisy, an unpleasant constant. You’re all the same. So zealously self-assured that your ways are the only ways of your universe. So insistent that you are the only ones capable of the very concept of understanding. Of evaluating. Of judging. When new life challenges this, you react with hateful violence. You impose your view on them, vilifying them to lionize yourselves. You are the heroes of your own story, your cause is laden in righteous justice and theirs is poisoned with foul evil.”

Absently he paused to check over his work. He was already done, perhaps he was just indulging in conversation too much to care. Unwise of him.

“That is why you both hate me yet want a peaceful option with me. You want me to stop but you don’t want me dead. You want me to be more open to your false morals, to lay down mine and accept your ways instead. It would validate you and make you feel like your were right. Like your ways were unquestionable if they worked on me. And you’d wave that banner proudly as you exterminated race after race in self-righteous arrogance.”

The room began to shake. The world was dying.

“You’d never have understood that I do this because I must. There is no grander reason that you would tolerate. it would never fit your mold, and thus it cannot coexist with your own. At the end of the day, there’s only this one difference between us.”

The ageless faced his audience, committing their crestfallen look to memory. He’d always remember.

“I simply attacked first.”

#(ooc) #(muse things) #(drabble) #(I do these sometimes. Just snippets into Dagon's life and his character.)