Quite a few people know that between planning world domination, indulging in absurd and futile romantic crusades, drinking vodka lemonades and being a superhero, i spend a lot of my time writing. My list of projects and things to do is getting so unfeasibly large that i think i’m going to need a small team of people to make them all happen, and each will need a doppleganger and a second lifetime just to meet the deadlines.
One of the screenplays i’ve been working on is tentatively titled “A Son Of Perdition” (Perdition means hell, or the eternal furnace of desolation and oblivion). Its the story of a man whose lust for messianic global power gains him the whole world but loses him his soul. He is a war leader who becomes a tyrannical warlord and learns too late that he has become the antichrist of Revelation only when the woman he loves returns and brings him to his knees. The story is set in contemporary times, where our character loses his battle to control hsi internal evil after forcing military intervention to stop a genocide in central Africa. War breaks out across Eastern Europe and in the resulting chaos he brings the 4 corners of the world to armageddon, assuming control of all the world’s communication networks and controlling political power through underminding and destabilising governments. But every success brings a greater pain and emptiness than before.
This is a scene from Act II, where he gives his speech as the newly crowned Prime Minister who has dissolved Parliament after ordering the mass murder of the African warlords he acted unilaterally to stop in the face of the UN’s toothlessness.
Our empire is one of influence and power, not one of land and armies. It is a new dawn for our people and a different world our children wake up to today. Our world is one of infinite possibility, instantaneous worldwide communication and exponential development. Our forbears handed us a world polluted, ruined, in debt to one other and shattered from hundreds of years or war and corrupted from thousands of decades of avarice.
With us we bring unimaginable force and perpetual determination that can’t be challenged or extinguished, bodies battle-scarred from our faith having been tested in blood and spirits burning brighter than the stars you stare at at night from having been baptised in fire. When dreams converge with real life you no longer doubt the things your opponents want you to. You are swept away from the sheer intensity of living a life that is exclusively governed by you only, and from knowing you have transcended all the limitations anyone has tried to make you believe were there, or the burdens they have placed on your shoulders to weigh you down and drown you whilst you tried to swim. Fear means chains wrapped around you, war against yourself and the slow poisoning of your will, your hope, your life force and your future.
You are more than your body. You are more than your past. You are more than your problems, your fears, your worries, your cares, your mistakes and your shortcomings. The limits you have are those that you have placed upon yourself because you believed the lies someone told you and allowed their malevolent emotional violence to rip out your soul and sell it at auction to the person who would offer you what they thought you were worth. If you are lifeless it is because you have failed yourself and let yourself die and someone else determine your future. The tide washed you away and you were too busy gasping for air to realise you were strong enough to swim against it for miles without tiring.
And as their whips lacerated your skin, broke your will and made you a slave to their torments, you ran scared and crawled in the dark instead of standing, facing them and staring in their eyes with a fury that could cut their throat like a razor sharp killing blade. You had the power to hold them to ransom, and you still do. Every day makes you stronger. Every second you gain more and find more. You could tear their heart out, wildly destroy everything they are that’s all around you and bathe in their blood to celebrate the passing of worthless vile human vermin. Never have pity of sympathy with those who caused their own destruction or deserved the fate they brought on themselves.
We will burn down everything that came before and cast down any that oppose. You’re either on my side or in the way; an unstoppable, unrelenting force that conquers all and that is impossible to resist. It will be a church of my making, a religion of our own, gods of the new age walking the earth in ferocious abandon. My gospel, my ideology, my passions; the world I want to see growing tenfold with an eye for eye and blood for blood. We will tear down walls, break through doors, blast open what’s hidden in the darkest and deepest corners and drive the nails in again and again until the world bears our name. Don’t cross my path or I’ll watch you burn. I lose control as i infiltrate, i hate you in a way you will never be able to understand, for a reason you will never know.
Step inside my state of mind and you begin to understand what gets you to this point – uncontrollable desire and need, unquenchable thirst, unlimited visualisation and daring to think what is conventionally considered to be profane. Most days I am a violently intense bundle of rage that needs to be exercised before I can rest, or my mind drags my body on until it’s exhausted. We are the violent new breed, the called and chosen, those that were born in the ashes of the lives you left behind and the uncontrollable spiralling army at your borders with fists in the air ready to run through and exile your kind. Our children will dance on your graves. War in a heartbeat on those who gave thieves the keys to our homes.
Let bullets rain from everywhere in a suicidal surge without remorse for the weak-minded who are left by the roadside. Let blood rain down like fire. The dawn of a new era with a temple to uncontainable bloodlust at its centre and an infernal chapel lit up by almighty and righteous flames as the source of the coming and driving storm that will wash away the perdition they condemned us to with their morbid apathy. We will replace their holocaust of self denial with an eternal kingdom of divine reckoning and retribution that never ends. Masters of our enemies, destroyers of worlds and those who brought the tyranny of weakness onto its pathetic grovelling stomach like a writhing snake in its death throes.
I will repay you in a blood shower of righteous fire; with decadence and iniquity I will poison and persecute you and my vengeance will flow in poetic waves of darkness that suffocate the light that keeps your hope alive. This deadly compulsion burning and screaming under my tightening skin will be satiated, and this violent hatred that bleeds from my eyes like they are the Devil’s own shall force you onto your broken knees. Heaven and its angels will tremble at my rage and beg at my ankles for forgiveness. I despise you, you revolt me and you will scream as you beg me to release you. And you will know my name. You will scream it as you burn and your children watch. You will have it carved into your skin and bled over your back. For i command. For I am your god now, and when I am God, everyone dies.


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