An End

Hello.

I have spent the past months among humanity, and I am quite disappointed. After a great many queries and searching out suitable aspirants, it seems as though this age is rife with a population whom seem content to treat the unknown as naught but a petty diversion or a thing to be mocked out of ignorance.

Thus, my decision is made.

The lot of you are unworthy of the End.

What passionless, empty fools humans have become. Even those of intellectual brilliance are lacking in passion and while away their time on matters wholly of the material realm, blindly blathering on that which cannot be sensed by human sensory organs and machines wrought by human hands does not exist.

Your culture is tainted with such thoughts.

Thoughts which seek for answers.

There are no answers.

You are peasants.

No.

Peasants believed in the unknown and feared it, and justifiably so.

No.

You are less than peasants.

If any among you espouse such ideals as to actually seek out the intangible unknown and to gain a semblance of understanding for a universe greater than the materialist beliefs which have spread throughout your species, I charge you with seeking out such things in a scholarly fashion.

Research these ideas long-buried and unveil powers and entities beyond mortal ken. Learn of societies who dared look into the Darkness and exulted in their fear to espy worlds filled with that which only dreams may begin to duplicate. Study those humans who dared mix the studies of the natural world with the world unseen and their impossible discoveries.

Stoke the flames of your mind and place your energies into questioning the world in all ways possible.

Or carry on as you are and rot from within.

As for myself, I will return to my repose and await a time when either humanity is a withered husk of what it once was or realizes its potential and uplifts itself to heights I have only begun to taste in my long existence.

Until that time.

Farewell.

Expectation

Hello.

What is this great weakness in humanity?

So easy to twist to the point of breaking in all aspects, and so willing to be broken.

And yet, I elevate one among you and hand that being reins into the Dark and offer to serve as that being’s dragoman into the unknown.

There is initial wonder and excitement.

And then there is nothing.

All is naught but a dalliance to humanity. Even the things humanity claims such great passion for are never furthered, never advanced to such degrees as to make the world quake in awe. Your literary works show men and women of vision, who would see a future filled with all that is new and unexplored.

I see nothing new.

I see nothing unexplored.

I see what has always been and will always be.

I see humanity bowing and scraping before its own creations.

I see humanity making such a great ado over the most worthless and transient of things.

I see humanity growing and festering with little to show for its efforts.

Those sheep you have chosen as your sovereigns speak of change, speak of dreams.

What trite words those have become.

Is not “change” the term with which you call the coin in your pocket? Are not your dreams simply of more ways to gain and lose that faint jingling in your purse?

Humanity is ruled by that which it has wrought.

Humanity is master of nothing and slave to all.

I have made my choice.

Make ready.

The End is coming.

Names

Hello.

Some have already guessed at my identity.

I suppose the time is appropriate for me to finally share it.

I am Mr. Welldone, but I have had many names throughout the long years.

Some have claimed that I am Christian Rosenkreuz, the nigh mythical founder of the Rosicrucians. Others state I was both the esteemed personages of Roger and Francis Bacon. Some even posit that I was the historical Merlin. Most interestingly, some legends place me as Ahasverus, the Wandering Jew of myth who was cursed after taunting Christ to wander the earth until the same purported son of God’s second coming.

Other names ascribed to me are Chevalier Schoening, Chevalier Welldone, Count Bellamare, Count Surmont, Count Tsarogy, Count Welldone, General Soltikov, Lord Weldon, Marquis de Aymar, Marquis de Montferrat, and Prince Rakoczi.

The list goes on.

I will not say which of these names I have operated under and which I have not. I will only make one confession, one which some among you have already concluded.

Je suis le Comte de Saint-Germain.

I am the Count of Saint-Germain.

Hello.

To Dine On Flesh

Hello.

Yes.

Glorious.

My decision is made.

A bloodletting to ensure the health of the whole.

It will be breathtaking.

A Moment to Ponder

Hello.

I shall take time to consider your responses in order to make my decision.

Why Do You Live?

Hello.

I have a question for those few daring souls possessed of strange intents who would care to take the time to ponder a meaningful response.

My question is simple.

Or perhaps not.

Why do you live?

I, of course, have a purpose in asking.

I wish to understand why humanity clings to life so very fervently when your numbers are so great that nature can no longer sustain you and your desired levels of decadent comfort.

I wish to understand what justifies each human to continue living when there is the viable possibility that the world would be more greatly benefited with the immediate deaths of a great, great, great, great many.

Tell me.

I am curious.

What makes you worthy of being spared?

I will accept no more responses.

Fine Entertainment

Hello.

Can one be simultaneously amused and disgusted?

Apparently so.

Humanity disgusts me for its constant squabbling for little pieces of paper, hierarchical conflicts for power that exists only in the imaginations of those involved, and the pointless use of lives in order to sustain nothing but a paltry level of comfort.

I am sickened.

And, yet, I am also entertained. It is like watching some cruel joke unfold. I sit, waiting for one among you to ascend to greater powers than known to the bulk of humanity, but so few are willing to aspire. So full of yourselves, so assured that you already know the workings of the universe.

You rob yourselves of the greatest of mysteries.

I cannot wait.

I cannot wait.

I cannot wait to see it all End.

I cannot wait to watch you scream and suffer.

A magnificent din of flesh being stripped from bone, which is then made to dance to the whims of the most horrifying destruction the sentient portion of the universe has borne witness to.

It will be a wonderful taste of vengeance for having been subjected to your monotony.

Yet, I still yearn for even one among you to attain the eyes with which to see the all of the cosmos.

But I also yearn to pluck your organs from their positions of safe functioning simply to relish the expression of pain and terror on your faces.

I wonder if I shall ever be so divided.

I wonder what I shall do when such divisions cease.

I cannot wait.