Diabolical Genius Meaning Novels & Stories

"That's insane. The Chevalier boy is rich enough, too, to live for the next three hundred years without working his ass anymore. So, it's bullshit." "Well, we still can't fully understand how a murderer's brain actually work. I heard he's a genius. Perhaps, he got bored so he decided to commit murder just to have some fun? That's how geniuses do it, right?" Right after that, the two officers laughed so loud like what they were conversing about was just a very light topic for everyone.

"Neither you nor anyone else are important to the genius. He simply wants to be in charge of vampires and humans. He turns everyone who challenges him into a target and slaughters them mercilessly. The danger concealed behind the mastermind's big plan was highlighted by the weight of my words, which hung in the air. I hoped Kassandra would realize the danger she was willfully embracing and come to her senses. Saying "Shut up!" Kassandra's voice was tinged with defiance as she burst in rage. "The Mastermind and I both trust each other. He would never harm me or turn against me. She spat, her devotion to the genius clouding her judgment of the truth. "I won't betray him to help someone like yo

It was few seconds before he continued, “There were many other specifics Hitler tried to conceal from people and even close associates and friends, but they are not relevant here. Coming to your observation that a troubled childhood was the cause of the grimmest holocaust in human history is not entirely true. There are many people around who had difficult and unhappy childhoods, but they don’t prompt such crimes like killing thousands of children with physical and developmental disabilities, gassing millions of helpless men, women and children and burying half-starved and broken people alive, all in the pretext of racial purity.” He looked at me and then said leisurely, “The explanation for

Over my dead body you tyrants! This moron can’t even make a difference between jealousy and resentment; I can’t even see why people call him a genius… obviously to suck up to the blonds… Suddenly he came rushing with a blade that freezes everything in its path He sent a multitude of ice slashes towards Satania…

Dio gritted his teeth as he let go of the man’s hand and rummaged his space storage for a potion that would help the man’s recovery. “A lot of opportunities await a genius like you, especially since you came from a noble family.” Dio clicked his tongue as he shook his head in disappointment. “Opportunities, you say? You know nothing.” He was born as a talented person and ever since he was young, he worked out to reach the expectations of the people around him. He was hated by his siblings because of the attention he received and there were people who wanted to eliminate him. “Being a genius only brings tragedy,” he mumbled.

"Crushed is an understatement. He wouldn't just be licking his wounds. He'd go after Jean. Gilbert's the kind of guy who doesn't just get mad; he gets even." "You're saying he'd kill his own brother over this?" Alexa's voice was a mix of shock and skepticism. Dio nodded, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Kill, elliminate, murder, butcher, you name it. Remember, I am talking about the same scary smart boy who turned his high school buddies into a cold case. Gilbert's not just smart, actually; he's a genius... with a very dark side. He's been playing this deadly game since he was a teen, and the family? They just clean up his messes because he's their golden-first born-boy."

“I know you can but the way I hear it the wizard who hunts you is a ruthless scoundrel. The rumor is that he was married to a Diabolist and she was taken by another wizard with impure intentions. By the time he caught up with them the wizard had killed his wife and their unborn child.” Oren took out his pipe. Isiah put his hand on his sidearm until Oren showed him he was retrieving a simple tobacco pipe from his pocket. He put the pipe to his mouth and struck a match, lighting the tobacco left in the bowl, “I have heard this story too only the man wasn’t a wizard. He was some kind of brilliant scientist from back east. His wife was indeed a Diabolist, unbeknownst to him, and there was a wiza