Nietzsche On Evil Novels & Stories

"Aren't you the one who said I was born evil? Isn't it normal for an evil person like me to treat you this way?" His words made Agatha breathless with anger. She wanted to scold Irvin, but she couldn't even refute what he had said. What did it mean to be born evil? Someone born inherently wicked was devoid of human emotions and utterly lacked humanity. And would an inhuman person care if someone else fell, regardless of whether that person was their own mother? That being said, if Irvin really was such a person, why would he still be willing to die even after knowing Agatha wanted him dead? Wouldn't an evil person want to stay alive and let everyone else die?

*** The Male Demon thundered: The invention of the left-hand-path as the direction where “evil” treads is based purely on the idea that polar opposites in moral deliberations exist as a force outside of the human mind. Whereas in reality, the “good” and the “evil” are cultural constructs designed to corral the local populace into accepted mental boxes, so the ruling elite may then dispose of them as per their fiat. Such ideas exist solely to fellate the individual’s ego. When one applies the adjective “good” to oneself, then those who have a viewpoint not in alignment, must out of necessity, be “evil.” Yet if each person views themselves as the “good” or the “hero”, then what actually consti

“All this time, I thought your anger was groundless and reckless, meanwhile, you had every right to hate them, to want them to die. They killed you and killed your child.” She remains silent, watching me with strange emotions on her face, a certain sadness, more to it than I can decipher. “I’m sorry for thinking you were evil.” “There is a thin line between good and evil.” She muses, a distant look in her eyes - how had I never seen just how broken she was, how every rage was a pitiful attempt to hide her pain? “And oftentimes, that line blurs in the face of love, loss, and vengeance. What is deemed evil by some may be the only course of justice for others. Heroes and villains are often two

"Yes ma'am. I want to understand what he was like. So I don't become like him." "That's very wise. What do you want to know?" "Was he... evil? Like, pure evil? Or was he a person who did evil things?" Mrs. Torres thought about it. "He was a person who did evil things. And after doing them for so long, he became evil. Does that make sense?" "I think so. Like, evil isn't something you're born with. It's something you become." "Exactly. Your grandfather wasn't born a monster. He became one. Through choices. Through actions. Through refusing to change."

Though neither of them said a word, they understood each other perfectly. The video continued playing. Bastian sneered hoarsely, “Enough? How could it ever be enough? When you all tried to kill me, nail me into a coffin and bury me alive, did you ever think there’d come a day like this?!” Luther’s face was pale, his chest heaving. “You’re beyond redemption!” Bastian roared, “Yes! I am beyond redemption. So what?! That’s just the kind of person I am! I’m evil, right? You’re the good ones? But look at this… good people? Hahahahaha! I killed them all!”

Another reminder that no matter how much I gave, they would always want more. And one day, I knew, they would take everything from me until there was nothing left to give. I just stared at Riley. My face was blank, my eyes hollow, as though I was looking through her rather than at her. And in that still moment, my mother’s voice echoed in my head. “No one is truly evil, Violet. Sometimes, when they show you their bad side, show them your good side. It will eventually get to them.” No, Mother. You were wrong. There are evil people in this world. People who can’t be changed. No matter how many good sides you show them, they will never appreciate it. They will only take your kindness and spit i

“ I love giving pain, I love receiving pain, I’m a psychopath.” My sinister laugh filled the bathroom, people might think I’m crazy. So what if I’m crazy? So what if I’m psycho? I’m slaughtering bad guys for humanity, so what if a few innocents are killed? “I have paid a price for this. Others are obligated to pay their price too. Peace comes with an expensive price, “ I scoffed, ripping off my clothes. Stepping under the running cold shower, my mind cooled down. Sometimes my inner darkness feels like acting up. I believe good and evil are both inseparable. I have been walking the path of evil with a good plan. That’s why I don’t want to be tagged as a devil.

I asked. “My belief, you asked? First of all, I believe that lessons of life are indeed mostly gained through pain, that we are able to stand firm in every situation because we stiffen ourselves up from it. With misery, undesirably, we all are able to recognize every bit of happiness as its polarity. Sadness exists.” He paused, making me glance at him. Yeah, right? He just lost his attentiveness. “My belief does saunter upon eradicating evil; a balance between good and evil, they said, is vital, but I thought otherwise. Good can exist without evil, and vice versa.” He heaved a sigh,

"Not a damn thing I can say will convince you that your demise will be anything, but bad. That misconception it totally on you. I've been on the cusp of death and it was awesome for me...that was because I love and was loved. Laugh if you like. You are evil, so 'love' doesn't register with you the way it would to a normal person. Evil isn't strength. Evil isn't a 'tool' that the foolish mass of humanity can't conceive of. Evil is a defect and you are going to find that out the hard way, no doubt," I ruminated. "Philosophy major?" she wondered. "Philosophy minor - Business major," I replied. "Do you believe people can truly be evil?" Anima took her eyes off the road to drink in my introspecti