You Meant It For Evil Novels & Stories

“A man isn’t born evil, the world turns him into one.” Damien bowed, turned around and walked down the stairs. I kept looking at him for several minutes when I realise his words struck where they shouldn’t have. In my heart. I was not sure if he was trying to tell me something, but I could feel he was trying to console me. My hands clenched on my sides. Evil. This word rang with such a ferocious howl in my head that made me turn on my heels and dash towards the very familiar room I was used to.

I questioned. “Because I’ve seen it before.” His expression became grim. “The Evil God Organization uses it to mark their enemies and create a deadly explosion using the blood and wolf spirit of the target as a catalyst to trigger a dark curse.” “Self-destruction,” he explained. I looked back at the dead warriors. There was barely anything left of them now, just chunks of bone scattered across the floor. “Then one of these men was working for them?” I asked. “No,” Kingsley said.

He said his voice was calm. " Yes, I did. Every single thing includes how inhumane you are." I spat. He studied my expression carefully, before bursting into laughter. I felt my stomach tightening at that point. What did I say? " Evil has been attached to me since the day I was born ." He said. Dark. Dangerous. Low. " The baby? What do you mean by that? How can you create something and decide to use it as some sort of weapon?" " I can tolerate being maltreated and treated like trash but I won't allow you to bring a child into this world and weaponise it!"

"And whatever happened meant nothing. And I’ll be glad if you keep your mouth shut." My brow creased slowly. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, I know you," she snapped. "Don’t go looking for my man to spill trash to him. I know how you are. I know how evil you can be." That word hit harder than I expected. Evil. "You will literally do anything to see me unhappy." she continued, her voice trembling just slightly despite her effort to sound strong. "It was a mistake. One of the worst I’ve made in my entire life."

“A powerful statement – and very potent in a time where belief of the devil was very real. What did Shakespeare mean by his words?” “He meant exactly what he said,” I said, my eyes focusing on the fifty-something woman pacing the front of the room. “‘The devils are here.’ Whether or not he believed in God he would have believed that each of us have free will as the bible teaches us – the free will to be either good or evil. The people that chose to be evil, to steal, beat, murder, they were the devils. They still are.” “So you agree, Maggie?”

“They sent you to me as a bargaining chip, hoping to stop me. They were sadly mistaken. In reality, I just gained something out of their stupidity. It also helps that you aren’t tainted by this world, and I plan on keeping it like that. So my dear Vivian, you were made for this god, and this god will be damned if he let anyone take you from him, including yourself,” he said with dark humor.

Said Merek with a smile. “What do you mean?” asked Kariya confused. “The house is changing shape.” Replied Merek. “Wow!” exclaimed Kariya. Once the two were at the top of the steps and out of earshot of the parents Merek grabbed Kariya by the shirt and he was looking right into her eyes. “You should have listened to my warning and ran, now misfortune will befall your family.” “What do you mean?” asked Kariya. “We are evil, we might seem nice, but we are evil and do evil things.” Retorted Merek before she disappeared.

69 Trigger Warning "There's always a duality of good and evil. Aligning yourself with great men is crucial if you aim to be the strongest," Sitting by the fire, I felt a tumult of emotions, none of which carried warmth. Jean held my hand, tracing the lines of my palm with his finger. Despite the platter of food in front of me, I refrained from touching it, repelled by the presence of this monster by my side. Contrary to my expectations upon returning, the room remained empty. I used to dread solitude, but now, I longed for the company of another person.

“What if we have to choose and then something happens and we end up choosing wrongly?” “I believe evil is already tired of us and obviously wants us gone by all means necessary, so choosing wrongly is not even an option at this point,” he shrugs. “We are both stubborn and I don't think your mother wrote this to scare you. I think she wrote it to prepare you and to make sure you understand what you are and what you are capable of doing so that when the moment comes, you will be ready. She loves you, and sometimes, love can be tough.”

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but come on, this isn’t the Middle Ages. It’s the twentieth century. Evil is just a concept. It’s just a way to talk about the values that society has. It’s not a force, or whatever you want to call it, and it’s certainly not justification for setting a man on fire.” “Is evil a concept? A name we use for everything that’s abhorrent in this life? Absolutely,” he said. “But it is also something more. Call it what you like, but surely, you’ve encountered it? Temptation so great you would betray yourself to satisfy it? Desire to take or to do harm for its own sake, or for the sake of the power it gives you over others?