ROTM 1.44.2 - The Wrong Team
1.44.2 - Have you ever cheered for the wrong team, chosen the wrong side, picked the wrong horse or backed the wrong person in a fight? If so, what would you do differently, if you could do it over?
Chosen the wrong side? Hell, I was the wrong side for a while.
You've got to imagine the way things were, at the end, there. We'd defeated a god. An exceptionally powerful being with the ability to entrance and subjugate the entire human race who required the sacrifice of ever more innocent lives to feed her power. We should have been on top of the world. Instead, the world had gone to hell.
You see, the problem was that Jasmine was killing with kindness. She wrapped up enslavement in the promise of world peace and universal cooperation. Worse than that, she delivered. Everyone in the world who heard her voice or saw her face was suddenly a better, calmer, saner and more understanding person. Wars ended, violence disappeared and people began to help one another.
But it was a lie. And even a good lie isn't the truth. So we destroyed her, and the madness started again, even worse this time, because people knew what they'd lost and what they got back in return.
It wasn't our fault. We ended a threat, but we're only human (even the vampire and the demon), and we felt responsible. But this was out of our league. The evil was spreading and gaining ground. The big bads were a lot bigger than they used to be. We needed a way to do more, reach further.
Wolfram & Hart extended their offer, and we took it.
We were wrong. I was wrong. I played right into their plans for us, and we fell right into the trap. Too many compromises were made, too many sacrifices in the name of the ideals we didn't even really believe in anymore. I don't know if I'd take it back, but I'd damn sure do it differently.
And I'd start by not opening that stupid envelope. Friggin' Spike.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 311
Chosen the wrong side? Hell, I was the wrong side for a while.
You've got to imagine the way things were, at the end, there. We'd defeated a god. An exceptionally powerful being with the ability to entrance and subjugate the entire human race who required the sacrifice of ever more innocent lives to feed her power. We should have been on top of the world. Instead, the world had gone to hell.
You see, the problem was that Jasmine was killing with kindness. She wrapped up enslavement in the promise of world peace and universal cooperation. Worse than that, she delivered. Everyone in the world who heard her voice or saw her face was suddenly a better, calmer, saner and more understanding person. Wars ended, violence disappeared and people began to help one another.
But it was a lie. And even a good lie isn't the truth. So we destroyed her, and the madness started again, even worse this time, because people knew what they'd lost and what they got back in return.
It wasn't our fault. We ended a threat, but we're only human (even the vampire and the demon), and we felt responsible. But this was out of our league. The evil was spreading and gaining ground. The big bads were a lot bigger than they used to be. We needed a way to do more, reach further.
Wolfram & Hart extended their offer, and we took it.
We were wrong. I was wrong. I played right into their plans for us, and we fell right into the trap. Too many compromises were made, too many sacrifices in the name of the ideals we didn't even really believe in anymore. I don't know if I'd take it back, but I'd damn sure do it differently.
And I'd start by not opening that stupid envelope. Friggin' Spike.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 311