In Reply To #143
I see your point as well. We just seem to differ on how we view it. What would indeed look to you like psychological weakness, I look at simply as more of a single-minded resolve. The kind brought upon by rage so unfathomable that it could make a man give up his own soul and turn to an evil that consumed, transformed, and ultimately became him. Yes, I realize it would take a stronger mind and greater will to overcome such fury, so Drac and Sephie are effective failures in the whole Resisting The Dark Side department. In my estimation though, some of the most powerful villains -- and sometimes a few heroes -- have to fall in order to rise up as something truly great.
And... I can't believe that I am defending both Dracula and Sephiroth, of all silvery-haired lunatics, here in the same post... But personally -- personally, mind you -- until I (A) am so driven by pain and angst that I renounce god and everything holy to give myself fully over to darkness, effectively becoming the being opposite to god, or(B) find out that I am in fact the result of some morbidly perverse science experiment to perfect the ultimate warrior, I think I'm going to reserve judgment on how pathetically weak-minded others are.
....Hell, if we were to use me (my namesake, that is) in the context of this topic... It could be said that I myself am the more pathetic example of badness here.
- Let's see here, I am a two-thousand-plus year-old demon that was molded into female form by the underworld hierarchy with the express purpose of tempting and seducing the man known as the christ on earth. But I failed, was sentenced to be obliterated from existence, and picked up by a former high-ranking demon official now in league with the opposing dominion. Y'all would know him as Sulaco, yes? Well, he took me in and guided the only instincts I had been created with towards a more personally fulfilling outlet; killing, seducing, betraying and destroying for me and no one else. See, in a way I enjoyed what I do seeing as how pleasure was one of the things I had been made for. But all that I am, all that I do, is in the end just the result of how I was designed. Not one of my actions are made from choice. I have no choices; no free will. I do what I do because that's what I was made for. Heh, let's see Dracula or some long-haired momma's boy top that for pathetic.