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God works in mysterious ways, they say.
Total bullshit.
God doesn't work at all. He's abdicated his throne, and left it all to us.
Free will, you see. His biggest failing, and one I will make sure to correct. Because you just can't trust the little blighters. Give them and inch and they'll demand a bloody yard. Let the populace think they can do as they please and they will.
Give people a task, a purpose, a role to fulfill, and they exceed beyond your wildest dreams. Look at the last one hundred years. Scientific discovery. Penicillin. The computer. All these required focus. It became their God. They served a purpose, and in turn created something good.
As do Slayers. It's always been this way. The Slayer serves the Council, they slay. Protect the outside world from what's underneath the bowels of conscious thought. The Watcher acts as their guardian, ensuring they fulfill their destiny.
My destiny now. It's all led to this. The activation of Slayers all over the world. It wasn't happenstance. And despite Rupert Giles' notion that they were created to fight the First Evil, well he was wrong. It was a means to that particular end yes, but if that was all they were meant for, then things would have changed. Yet they are still here. Serving a new purpose. Creating a new world order. With one to lead them to their destiny.
Which reminds me. Kennedy and her little religious icon. Must do something about that...
Miss Foster would do well to remember that. She is the sword in my right hand. Training my army. And her little rosary bead is a distraction.
Perhaps it's time to cut the string and let the baubles bounce away...
Total bullshit.
God doesn't work at all. He's abdicated his throne, and left it all to us.
Free will, you see. His biggest failing, and one I will make sure to correct. Because you just can't trust the little blighters. Give them and inch and they'll demand a bloody yard. Let the populace think they can do as they please and they will.
Give people a task, a purpose, a role to fulfill, and they exceed beyond your wildest dreams. Look at the last one hundred years. Scientific discovery. Penicillin. The computer. All these required focus. It became their God. They served a purpose, and in turn created something good.
As do Slayers. It's always been this way. The Slayer serves the Council, they slay. Protect the outside world from what's underneath the bowels of conscious thought. The Watcher acts as their guardian, ensuring they fulfill their destiny.
My destiny now. It's all led to this. The activation of Slayers all over the world. It wasn't happenstance. And despite Rupert Giles' notion that they were created to fight the First Evil, well he was wrong. It was a means to that particular end yes, but if that was all they were meant for, then things would have changed. Yet they are still here. Serving a new purpose. Creating a new world order. With one to lead them to their destiny.
Which reminds me. Kennedy and her little religious icon. Must do something about that...
Miss Foster would do well to remember that. She is the sword in my right hand. Training my army. And her little rosary bead is a distraction.
Perhaps it's time to cut the string and let the baubles bounce away...