“I do not concern myself with good and evil.”
The man draped in an animal’s bones spoke.
“I am not the sort to ponder something so dull. I am at least aware that I am fickle and willful. I only ever do what I believe I can enjoy.”
“…….”
“If a thinking being has no desires, is it not a corpse? I am faithful to my instincts. I grow greedy for what I want, rage at those who anger me, and would rather do nothing than fail to uphold my convictions.”
His clothing, made of bones and feathers, was primitive, yet the sumptuous fabrics wrapped around him—of the sort wealthy humans might use—also lent him an antique elegance. The man wearing a mask fashioned from a ram’s skull smiled.
“What do you think?”
“I think it sounds like an interesting life.”
“Oh, yes. You and I understand one another.”
“Life should be enjoyable.”
Wrapped in his black cloak, Gio nodded.
“Have you ever killed a person?”
“I imagine I killed quite a number. An extraordinary number of people were angry with me.”
“Why were those people angry with you, Argio?”
At that, Gio’s second compatible candidate, ‘Argio,’ answered.
“They said I was the Source of all evil in the world.”
Golden eyes curved deeply beyond the bone mask.
“They called me a monster.”
“…….”
Inside the palace of bone and blood, Gio murmured,
“That is an exceedingly abstract comparison.”
“I think so as well, my…