Who would you consider an equal? Would they have to be a killer? Or would they simply need to embrace their nature in some capacity? Could anybody embrace their true nature without being a killer? And, perhaps most essentially, what is one's true nature, and what is embracing it? Is it one's most base impulses and most private thoughts, and if so, would embracing that be to accept and take ownership of them or to act on them?
There are not many I consider my equal.
Most are swine. Meat in my slaughterhouse. Feed for the birds.
But some… Some are nearly just as good as me. Nearly similar, but similar in a way that contrasts colour- not compliments it.
No killer is equal to me. All other killers, murderers or others of the same sort of passion are heinous and rough. All other killers have a motive that belies even them. I could go so far as to say the use of the term “other killers” is unfitting for a man such as I. After all, what is a passionate killer but a devoted artist misunderstood by society? No killer is devoted, none passionate such as I, though I am no killer.
Passion defines equality.
A deep, gnawing, palpitating passion that overtakes the senses. Any equal of mine must be passionate and devoted beyond the prospect of change or manipulation.
Mason Verger was passionate. He, however, is not my equal. He was crude and heinous and hellish in all the ways a man should not be. Initially I did not despise him, but he disrespected me. He clawed up and lounged about my furniture like a stray cat brought in from the rain.
Jack Crawford was passionate. But his devotion to anything but revealing me took him for a fraud. I used his wife as a pawn, his student as leverage and Will as a lesson. I tried to teach Jack never to lose his passion, lest he face the consequences.
Will Graham’s passion was corrupted by encephalitis- I wanted to see just how corrupted he could get. Bedelia’s passion was lost on her own accord when she chose to be weak, give up, and try to run. The Red Dragon’s passion was used and moulded by any who were pleased enough to do so, which proved his passion weak and false.
Not many are equal to me, but those who are, I assure you, have earned it.
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