Why is it when people picture a monster they envision hideous creatures shrouded in darkness? Why do they see claws, horns, and fangs protruding from snarled lips instead of painted faces and crafty minds? Why don't they see the calculated movements and the bloodshed? Why dont they see the bloodshed?
When someone imagines a monster, instinctively they visualize the most terrifying image they can create, rather than the most morally repulsive. Place a person in a room with a leviathan and a fellow human, and where do you think they'll seek solace? Will they notice the blood dripping from the humans fingertips? Will they notice the fearful look in the leviathan's eyes? Will they notice the broken figures lying limply at the person's feet, hidden in the shadows or the tiny babies seeking shelter behind the dreaded leviathan? Do you think they will give it a second thought before choosing the prettier option?
I know they won't. They never have, not when it involved me and the brutal truth. They constantly chose the safe haven of their lies, the more comfortable, acceptable narrative. They never chose to believe me.
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