[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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PEOPLE SPOKE sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that was terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel. Did you know who said that? It was Fyodor Dostoevsky. He's a Russian novelist and essayist that I came to adore when I first read his published well-known work: Crime and Punishment back in 1866 when I was still studying.
It gave me an insight that society's expectations and imposed burdens were what made people desperate. That desperation could sometimes and often turn into aggression; hence crime.
Some do it for survival, some for greed, and there's even some took it for fun. People became more predictable in search for power, and power came from money, and a lot would go in such lengths to get that, even if it meant that they had to spill some blood. The rich were mostly the guilty one, because their towering wealth only made things obvious that they did their own fair share of causing blood, a huge amount of it.
They loved to fuck people over, then cover it up, and act like nothing happened. Money made them brave, because they thought they could pay everything and everyone to be their little bitches. They're the types of people acting like they're gods, one who could control the destiny of others and their mortality.
And they're the people like Sinclair and his family, who helped him cover up the murder of Rose. He killed her and got away with it. They're also like the bastard who ran over Alejandro's pregnant wife, and bribed the police to keep him out of prison, and pompously paid Alejandro for the trouble - as if the lives of his wife and their unborn child could be summed up in ten thousand dollars.
They're cruel. Crueler than any animal. Because there's no animal could ever be crueler indeed to do such things. Only men could do that. Men who thought they're kings.
But what were kings and queens to grim reapers? These "royalties" thought they held the power of the executioners, because they had the means, the money, the power. But they didn't know real power like I did.
I was immortal; ageless; strong; fast. No money could buy that. And death painted my hands. I was the grim reaper that could make kings and queens fall down. I had the power to humble them, and sometimes I enjoyed it too much, so much that they could lose their heads.
Did I feel guilty ripping them to shreds? The answer was I would do it again with a smile. Unlike them, my cruelty wasn't based on wealth, not even poverty. It's just pleasure and plain hate.
Covered in blood from the gore I caused, I carefully sauntered toward the room of Ally. The door creaked as I pushed it open. She was still in her closet, singing Ring Around The Rosie as loud as she could.
When I opened the closet, Ally was sitting with her babydoll, while her hands were covering her ears. She smiled seeing me. "You're back!" Then she stood up and hugged me. "Did I do good, mister tooth fairy?"
