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video | un: NOMERCY - backdated to July 25th
CW FOR MASS MURDER OF UNARMED CIVILIANS, RELIGIOUS FANATICISM, THEMES OF NIHILISM AND UNREALITY, GASLIGHTING, "MERCY KILLING", THREATENED HARM TO CHILDREN, CHARA IN GENERAL, MOTHER MERCY IN GENERAL
[The video starts from a low point, broadcasting only Chara's feet. They have their omen doing the recording, after-all. Or did he decide to do it himself, because he thought the world needed to see this? Regardless, all that's currently seen is a collection of corpses on the ground.
There's two sets of shoes, nearly identical in size, though one is perhaps a bit bigger. One of the few living bodies (* 4 Left) slumps to the ground as the smaller of the pair sinks a knife into his chest. Trenchies. The kind that die permanently.
The video cuts then, to Chara sitting alone on the stump of what used to be a statue of Mother Mercy, better known to the inhabitants of the dream that came before as Mother Superior. Splattered on the walls in many different kinds of blood are the words NO MERCY.
They clear their throat, their face chalky and their eyes a dull lifeless black.]
Greetings. I am Chara. [Their voice perfectly polite, their smile perfectly pleasant.] I am here to show you something. No doubt, a lot of you are already familiar with my work. Oscar Pine, Ezra Bridger, the "Clockhouse" as I believe it was called, Professor Ozpin... Others were killed under my direction, of course, and I take responsibility for all of them. If you want revenge, I'm here to receive you. In the last day or so I have killed approximately forty eight of the inhabiting NPCs in this world. Trenchies, as I believe they're called.
[They fish out a bag sitting next to them, concealed by their clothing. They unfasten it and pour them out into the palm of their hand. Small silver crystals of light, and a fair few of them too, at least ten, maybe fifteen.]
Moon Drops. I think the Reckoning likes me. If you needed proof that the rulers of this world do not care for the people within it, let this be it. I will not be punished for my crimes. Everything I have done has been according to the Reckoning's wishes. Everything I have done has been, in some way, in the name of justice. The most broken motivation of all.
I am here to prove Mother Superior a fraud. I am here, to make it known that any attempts made to revere her by the local inhabitants will be met with death. I am here, to preach the opposite of her pretentious self-serving drivel.
There will be no mercy for this world, or those responsible for creating it. Not from her. Not from anyone else. I reject her forgiveness, because I will never allow myself to be forgiven by someone so weak and pitiful. Others have preached this - no mercy - without truly knowing the meaning. No mercy is the relentless pursuit of power. No mercy is the destruction of civilizations. No mercy is the complete and total annihilation of your enemy. No mercy is embracing the path you were always meant to walk, no matter how high the ocean of blood may grow.
You do not understand what it is to live without mercy. So I am going to show you.
And now. I am going to demonstrate the broken mercy of this false patron. Don't worry. I'm not under the impression that any of you believed in it to begin with. This is for the NPCs of Trench to see. [They smile, and the black inky substance of their eyes begins to drip down like tears, like their face is melting. And they reach into their bag and pull one of the moon drops out.
They hold it against their chest, letting it fill them with it's warmth, and the black in their eyes fades, leaving only a normal human child with a dull stone. Other things seem to fade along with it as the video (and reality) flickers. The harsh emptiness in their eyes is gone, replaced only with a wide-eyed fear and horror. Their mouth twitches into a shocked laugh.]
...You'll even use yourself, won't you? [They wipe the ink off their face with their sleeve.] We're so fucked up.
[There's another cut. And in the next video, Chara is not alone. Standing before them, looming over their tiny stature, is a pale woman in a dark veil. A mourning widow, looking down at this child, lost and pitiful. They look up at her, their eyes filled with anxiety, determination, and to some extent the loathing remains just as strong.
The woman places a land on the child's head. Standing here amid a hall dedicated to faith in her cause, faith in her kindness. Standing amid the corpses of those who died for no reason other than a bad choice in gods, she speaks, quietly, but loud enough for the omen to pick up, at least a little.]
...Forgiven.
[And in just a moment, she turns to the bodies. To a group that aren't quite dead yet, but rather tied up and bound in their injuries, kept alive by Chara's blood magic. They could be saved, if taken to the ministers. They might even want to be saved, unlike Chara.
But the woman approaches them, and kills them in an instant, kneeling down to mourn their loss. She weeps over their corpses, before disappearing in black smoke, leaving only the dead people and the ghost of a child that sits atop her statue of vanity like it's a broken throne.
It leaves Chara the last in this room alive, baffled, shocked. For all of a moment until their mouth twists into a vicious smile, and they begin to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. It's difficult to tell if they're back to the way they were. Or if any forgiveness or LOVE lost won't change the fact that this is who they are.
The video feed cuts for the last time.]
[The video starts from a low point, broadcasting only Chara's feet. They have their omen doing the recording, after-all. Or did he decide to do it himself, because he thought the world needed to see this? Regardless, all that's currently seen is a collection of corpses on the ground.
There's two sets of shoes, nearly identical in size, though one is perhaps a bit bigger. One of the few living bodies (* 4 Left) slumps to the ground as the smaller of the pair sinks a knife into his chest. Trenchies. The kind that die permanently.
The video cuts then, to Chara sitting alone on the stump of what used to be a statue of Mother Mercy, better known to the inhabitants of the dream that came before as Mother Superior. Splattered on the walls in many different kinds of blood are the words NO MERCY.
They clear their throat, their face chalky and their eyes a dull lifeless black.]
Greetings. I am Chara. [Their voice perfectly polite, their smile perfectly pleasant.] I am here to show you something. No doubt, a lot of you are already familiar with my work. Oscar Pine, Ezra Bridger, the "Clockhouse" as I believe it was called, Professor Ozpin... Others were killed under my direction, of course, and I take responsibility for all of them. If you want revenge, I'm here to receive you. In the last day or so I have killed approximately forty eight of the inhabiting NPCs in this world. Trenchies, as I believe they're called.
[They fish out a bag sitting next to them, concealed by their clothing. They unfasten it and pour them out into the palm of their hand. Small silver crystals of light, and a fair few of them too, at least ten, maybe fifteen.]
Moon Drops. I think the Reckoning likes me. If you needed proof that the rulers of this world do not care for the people within it, let this be it. I will not be punished for my crimes. Everything I have done has been according to the Reckoning's wishes. Everything I have done has been, in some way, in the name of justice. The most broken motivation of all.
I am here to prove Mother Superior a fraud. I am here, to make it known that any attempts made to revere her by the local inhabitants will be met with death. I am here, to preach the opposite of her pretentious self-serving drivel.
There will be no mercy for this world, or those responsible for creating it. Not from her. Not from anyone else. I reject her forgiveness, because I will never allow myself to be forgiven by someone so weak and pitiful. Others have preached this - no mercy - without truly knowing the meaning. No mercy is the relentless pursuit of power. No mercy is the destruction of civilizations. No mercy is the complete and total annihilation of your enemy. No mercy is embracing the path you were always meant to walk, no matter how high the ocean of blood may grow.
You do not understand what it is to live without mercy. So I am going to show you.
And now. I am going to demonstrate the broken mercy of this false patron. Don't worry. I'm not under the impression that any of you believed in it to begin with. This is for the NPCs of Trench to see. [They smile, and the black inky substance of their eyes begins to drip down like tears, like their face is melting. And they reach into their bag and pull one of the moon drops out.
They hold it against their chest, letting it fill them with it's warmth, and the black in their eyes fades, leaving only a normal human child with a dull stone. Other things seem to fade along with it as the video (and reality) flickers. The harsh emptiness in their eyes is gone, replaced only with a wide-eyed fear and horror. Their mouth twitches into a shocked laugh.]
...You'll even use yourself, won't you? [They wipe the ink off their face with their sleeve.] We're so fucked up.
[There's another cut. And in the next video, Chara is not alone. Standing before them, looming over their tiny stature, is a pale woman in a dark veil. A mourning widow, looking down at this child, lost and pitiful. They look up at her, their eyes filled with anxiety, determination, and to some extent the loathing remains just as strong.
The woman places a land on the child's head. Standing here amid a hall dedicated to faith in her cause, faith in her kindness. Standing amid the corpses of those who died for no reason other than a bad choice in gods, she speaks, quietly, but loud enough for the omen to pick up, at least a little.]
...Forgiven.
[And in just a moment, she turns to the bodies. To a group that aren't quite dead yet, but rather tied up and bound in their injuries, kept alive by Chara's blood magic. They could be saved, if taken to the ministers. They might even want to be saved, unlike Chara.
But the woman approaches them, and kills them in an instant, kneeling down to mourn their loss. She weeps over their corpses, before disappearing in black smoke, leaving only the dead people and the ghost of a child that sits atop her statue of vanity like it's a broken throne.
It leaves Chara the last in this room alive, baffled, shocked. For all of a moment until their mouth twists into a vicious smile, and they begin to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. It's difficult to tell if they're back to the way they were. Or if any forgiveness or LOVE lost won't change the fact that this is who they are.
The video feed cuts for the last time.]
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It's the story of human history. And not so human history too.
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I am not the first to put forward this thesis. It's a different sort of power, but all throughout human history are examples of people abandoning their ideals in favor of control over others. I suspect that you are rather sheltered if you're unfamiliar with the concept.
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And even if you are right, it doesn't make it okay to kill innocent people.
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I think you should ask how well you really know the people around you if you don't think any of your friends would commit the sins that I have.
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Were you around when Mercy was ripping secrets out like teeth in exchange for lifting an agonizing curse?
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I'm not saying Mother Mercy isn't bad. She's very bad. So is the Reckoning.
...so you said they formed a cult around her practices? What do you mean? What were they doing? Or did they just like...sit and pray to her, or whatever.
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[He'd made it clear he thought they sucked too. Chara thinks he's naive but doesn't think he's a hypocrite.]
It varied depending on the sect. Some of the more extreme ones carried out ritualistic executions, people they viewed as suffering and needing the mercy of death. Others simply lured people into giving up their secrets and sins and surrendering themselves to her s-called mercy. Insidious and controlling in the way all cults are, but capable of presenting themselves as harmless.
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That is really bad. Killing them is still wrong, but you probably should have said that instead of all the weird stuff you said when I asked why you killed them.
[Because the fact that some of them were killing people seems far more relevant than some weird stuff about power and them existing to be crushed or whatever.
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I killed them because they served my prey, and I wanted to see what she would do.
[They are just a deeply callous person, who happened to target cults that were not the best.]
The fact that they were scum is just a fun bonus.
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Right. So how do you know all those people in power were the same as you? The actions might have been the same, but how do you know they really don't care whether the people they hurt were bad or not?
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[It is both a boon (makes them feel special and gives them an easy way to disregard people hating them or fearing them) and a curse (eternal loneliness).]
People go bad for various different reasons. Fear, apathy, hate, love, grief, despair, a relentless pursuit of happiness... The one universal element that turns everyone rotten, that comes for every single person if they live long enough to truly experience it... is boredom.
...That wasn't what it was for me, mind, but it was for most of the people in my life back home. They just got sick of seeing the same results again and again, of course they were going to experiment with being cruel.
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[Their world, at least. There's something about Luca's enthusiasm that makes them feel the slightest twinge of... sadness? Almost envy.]
My people were trapped in an underground network of caves for millennia. Most of them have seen everything the world has to offer them.
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But the ones with the powers of a god? They couldn't keep any of them outside of the cave. They'd be nothing but a completely ordinary person. Or a flower.
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But wouldn't being able to see the world be better than any power they have when they can't even go anywhere?