There is no such thing as good and evil, the mere thought that such convoluted ideologies as good and evil exist is stupidity.
I understand that you wonder why, but it's actually quite simple, ' Everything is perspective '; most ideological concepts are based from a greater concept of perspective, say you're about to be killed but you're soon saved and your attacker in return ends up getting killed by your so called saviour then who becomes the good guy and who's the bad one.
A psychotic serial killer, a so called vigilante or even religious zealot and or terrorist, they all carry the ideology that they're doing the right thing, but what really is right, the stigmas of society and laws that run it are defined by a certain group who break these laws and are not punished.
Laws that dictate the difference between right and wrong are bred from generation to generation by higher powers for the sake of keeping society in their palms maintaining a false sense of peace and order.
The reality is that nothing is truly what it's meant to be, we see what we wish to, hear what we want to and believe what we choose to believe
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The silhouette of a man bursts through the walls as a trail of blood and dust followed,
As the dust cleared with an injured figure of a man laying down on the floor, his golden brown hair disheveled, his deep blue eyes filled with fear, he had already lost an arm and the constant flow of blood and pain from the Injury was a serious reminder; his black and red spandex suit decorated with multiple cuts and slashes and his silver cape completely shredded and his face battered with multiple small wounds,
He pulled all the strength he could muster to use his intact arm to get up
Tik tak tik tak
The figure faces forward to his enemy and the one that had put him in such a state, his will to fight cracking with each step, soon he could see the figure of his enemy dressed in a black hooded cloak and wearing a strange gas mask, his eyes were a clear bright red and his hair silvery white,
The figure approached him slowly as he raised a pistol like object towards his head,
" Do you know who I am ? "
He spoke calmly, suppressing his inner turmoil as he awaited his attackers reply
" ... "
" I'll take that... "
" Damian moonwater, hero name spectator, am I correct "
Damian looked at his attacker as his final fighting will destroyed
" I see ... then who are you "
" huhuhuhuhuhu "
The attacker Infused glowing white energy into his weapon before point ing it at the center of Damians head, he stared deep into his eyes reminiscent of an actual ocean
" Dead men have no need for such information "
He pulled the trigger as a white beam left the nuzzel of his weapon piercing through Damians head leaving a wide hole in it's wake, Damian moonwater is dead.
