Those who fight monsters and stare into the abyss eventually become monsters when the abyss stares back.
But what happens when you drown in the abyss? What happens when that bright, innocent spark is consumed by the abyss and it becomes all they know?
What happens when one person who is meant to the purest of them all simply watches you drown?
Doom kidnapped me, placed me in chains, cut and carved pieces of my soul away and submerged me in acrid water that dissolved away the child that I once was. Doom will get his for his sordid place in this transformation but you Foley, your simple minded heart cut me deeper then Doom ever could.
Because you gave me false hope.
In the brief moments Doom wasn’t there, you sat there. Talked to me through my near unconscious haze, read your little story books, gave me respite from the psychosis of the torture. But one thing you never did was help. I begged, I pleaded for you to open that cage, to let me go before he made me into something I couldn’t come back from.
But you? You apologized, you sympathized but you were too afraid of your best buddy to lift a fucking finger to save a child you swore to protect. Because I believed in you Felix, I was one of those kids who trusted you, who believed you were the one spark in the night that proved why I needed to do things the so called right way.
I’m not the only one am I Felix? I’m not the only child you watched perish in the darkness and didn’t lift a finger to help. The only difference is they were swallowed whole by monsters, they were corrupted by deviants, they were torn apart by demons but me….I was just forced to grow up.
Because I still am the hero they deserve but I no longer believe they deserve to be saved. The rot of corruption and malevolence has sunk in so deep the only way to save Arcadia is to burn it down to the very foundation and begin again. Because no one is innocent, and everyone shall pay the price of true justice.
The Ferryman who dared use the ghost of a loved one against a grieving son and father because someone wouldn’t die and he had a temper tantrum. Pestilence herself who has corrupted an entire generation and condemned Arcadia to this slow, painful death.
And above all there is you Felix. The monsters get quick, painful demises. They are but cattle to cull in my wrath but you? You get to watch as everything you ever loved and cared about falls before you. You’ll watch the fires burn, you’ll watch as everything turns to ash and then I will drag your sobbing, broken mess of a body into that pool and unearth your true self.
Because you may have fooled them all playing the dottering old fool but no evil can ever hide from me and when I hear that cackling laughter in the ruins of what Arcadia needs to become,
Then and only then Felix, will I give you permission to die.