Nietzsche On Evil Novels & Stories

Because evil has boundaries. **

“See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…” While he was speaking and describing, I felt like my heart was getting attacked with knives, he just was telling the truth –As we know; the truth is so painful. Frederic Nietzsche said once “Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed”, my illusion was that I always believed that I was good, and my father was the bad one, though I accepted all of his corrupted money without any worries.-

he calmly spoke. "Wh... What do you mean?" I asked. I gulped at his words. What was he about to say? "You're also parts of evil, Shona. Your evilness is decided by the power you hold. There's no count of the times you have shouted at your parents, spoke so disrespectful and humiliating words about them, even in anger, you wished their death twice. You continue to shout and lash on them no matter what the say. Is that something a good and righteous human should do? Disrespect her parents? Even after knowing that in our culture parents are placed second to the God?" he started to speak.

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

"No one knows what exactly happened to him, as he remained like that until he died, being evil and putting fear in the minds of everyone who saw him, but the most probable explanation for it is that they must have had some evil that hurt them a lot done to them, and when they leave and isolate themselves from everyone else, their thirst for revenge becomes the only thing they live for. Their evil side then begins to take over them, engorging their souls until they are evil to the very soul of them." "Because evil is powerful and fearful, this makes them more powerful and fearful too, but it happens only rarely. As you can see, Elliott is only the second. He is now evil and fearful as evil do

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

“I get your point, I understand what you are trying to say but-.” “Everyone in it is evil! I hate it. I hate them, all of them. They are all liars, you, me, Dorian, Rose….” I whispered, losing my composure. “Dorian is like that too. He is cruel, everything and everyone related to him experiences nothing but pain and heartbreak…” Zayne followed me, trying to hold me. “Did you see now…?! Dorian’s evil and yet you try to justify him–” “I never denied that fact. Yes, your brother ‘is’ evil but for the resentment you left him was wrong, Kristine,”

“She made her stand naked in the room after bathing her with freezing water.” Evie’s mother had been totally horrified upon hearing that. When Evie asked her why the girl’s mother was mean to her daughter, her mother said that there were some people who were born with a sick heart and mind, and were evil to the core. The girl’s mother was very sick. To console her, Evie’s mom said that evil people would get their just desserts and taste the same or worse kind of pain they inflicted on others when heaven punished them.

“There is no such thing as absolute. All have flaws in the eyes of others. Even the gods are flawed.” I looked at him with surprise. “You believe in the gods?” “I am born of one,” he replied. “An evil one, no doubt,” I said without thinking. “No god is truly evil,” he said with surprising patience. “It is how their deeds are perceived that make them good or evil. Nothing more.” “Did being overthrown and banished to this place turn your goodness into evilness in the eyes of the society and the rest of humanity?” I boldly asked. “Is that what turned you into a soul collector?”

"Look, Buttercup, forget what you know of religion, most of it is superstition, anyway. Think of life in terms of good and evil, not actions, but motives. A man kills another man to steal his money. That's evil. Now, say a man shoots and kills someone to protect his family. That's not evil, even though the act is the same. Motive makes an act evil or good. That's the basic difference between the Way and the Void. You did something that changed your motives, and Vargas sent the gargoyles after you." The girl stared at the bed with her chocolate eyes. She still had that deer-in-the-headlights look about her. Rhychard couldn't blame her. Gargoyles attacked her, a sword fight saved her, and a co