"I met him, fifteen years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil."
"His intellect remains intact, but his heart was stripped of any morality or decency."
, on Michio Yui, MW
"Just breaks your heart, doesn't it? He was a bug, buzzing around my face. That's why I had to swat him down, like a
gnat! [...] Let's take these bugs...and crush them between our fingers! Such is the deaths they
deserve: the deaths of an
Mama, you know who you're talking about. You know what he's done. Luigi:
If he had the chance he'd kill you for fun and dance around in your skin! He's a monster! Peach:
A psychopath! A cannibal! I haven't forgotten...
"Look at me! I am sublime!!! I am the true face of evil!!!"
"I cast about for a man to aid me, and chose the Falcon, because of his utter lack of all characteristics men call good."
"He was obsessed with becoming the Devil. So much he killed his own wife; for that he butchered innocent people, too. He's the most vile kind of creature."
"This man Makarov is fighting his own war and he has no rules. No boundaries. He doesn't flinch at torture, human trafficking, or genocide. He's not loyal to a flag or a country or any set of ideals. He trades blood for money."
"It wasn't a popularity contest. He was a psychopath, a monster."
: Cole, don't press me. If I turn into that thing again, oh, there will be blood on our hands. Cole
: Blood? You're the one trying to trick humanity into killing anybody with a power!
: Do you understand why I would kill my cousin now? What my goal was? Phoenix:
Obviously... It's because you were helping your mother. Dahlia
: Helping...? Don't make me laugh. From the day I was born to the day I died, I never helped anyone!
"His knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing
. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth that he has never grasped."
"Dragovich has no fear, no conscience, no weakness."
"I'm the worst kind of person there is."
"If there is such a thing as the work of the Devil, then there's no doubt it's what happened in this incident."
"All my life, you told me that the world was a dark, cruel place. But now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!"
Iris... you are not a human after all...
— Freudia Neuwahl's
comment about Iris
after laying Count Michael Zeppelin back to rest
in RosenkreuzStilette Freudenstachel
"The Boltons have always been as cruel as they are cunning, but this one seems a beast in human skin."
"Your upbringing made you a villain, you say? It didn't!! You've been evil since your birth!"
"His eyes, unfathomably empty, devoid of all compassion... all humanity... No one has eyes like that... no one!"
"The guy may seem plush and huggable on the outside, but inside, he's a monster!"
I think his subconscious had been corrupted by a destructive, murderous impulse. But for some reason, no one seemed to care about how abnormal he was. Maybe it was because it’d been more than 80 years since the last Akki appearance. Perhaps it was because K’s mother was on the Town Council and was known for being difficult… or it might’ve been that, by then, nothing
could’ve been done. All of the factors came together. Then, one day, tragedy struck… No one was able to lead an effective counterattack against the Akki. Their hands were tied by Death Feedback and the unyielding restraints on violent impulses. In other words, it was impossible to mount a direct attack on other humans. Approximately 1000 citizens of Kamisu 66 died... all because of K.
"It would appear that I still have a bit of humanity left within me[...] I'll just have to rid myself of it!"
"Johnny Favourite was as close to pure evil as [my mother] ever wanted to get."
"So really you're just... a killer. A monster. The stuff of nightmares."
, to George King, AKA "The Skinner"
"Not feeling, never satisfied, doesn't know if he's doing the right thing or the wrong thing, but above all, doesn't care."
"[Gunther Lutze] was a black-uniformed strutting animal, whose function in life was to give pain, and like his colleagues of the time, he shared the one affliction most common amongst that breed known as Nazis: he walked the Earth without a heart."
"[Y]ou're an abomination. An outrage against nature! You've perverted everything I've taught you and used it for evil! And you have to be stopped!"
Drago Bludvist is a madman, without conscience or mercy, and if he’s built a dragon army, Gods help us all.
His main problem seems to be that he sees things differently from other people, in that he sees other people as things. This gets him into a spot of trouble early on, as his assassinations often include the brutal murders of not just the target, but also their family, their servants, and very often their pets.
Myers was meant to be evil personified. He wasn't a killer who had been wronged, he wasn't seeking vengeance or profit, he wasn't trying to prove a Saw-like point or haunting the place where he'd been abandoned by negligent teens. He was literally just a big, psychotic prick who defied sense.
"Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? Nothing. That's what I found in the boy. No conscience, no fear, no humanity - just a black void. (...) I sat there and watched as he destroyed everything around him; not for a belief in evil. Not for any reason at all."
Everything in my life died as I saw the once happy and bubbly eyes that I once saw in my wife become vapid and emotionless. A smile crept across her face, one that makes me quiver in malaise upon the slightest thought of it. This wasn't possession. This wasn't mental illness. This was just... Evil. So evil.
— The narrator
, about his wife, Dating Game Creepypasta
My name is Cletus Kasady and I kill people and I love it. I know nine million ways to kill a body and I love every single one of them. All dull day every day right up until I hit the hay I think of bodies. Bodies burst. Bodies slit right up the middle and shared across a hundred nice little gardens. And when I sleep I dream of ways to kill a body that ain't nobody thought of yet.
— Cletus Kasady
, Carnage: Mind Bomb
"First there was the collapse of civilization: anarchy, genocide, starvation. Then when it seemed things couldn't get any worse, we got the plague. The Living Death, quickly closing its fist over the entire planet. Then we heard the rumors: that the last scientists were working on a cure that would end the plague and restore the world. Restore it? Why? I like the death! I like the misery! I LIKE THIS WORLD!"
"No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no. Do we understand each other? I said do we understand each other? Listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to let her die, I just wanted you to know that."
"Though I am satisfied at first by my actions, I'm suddenly jolted with a mournful despair at how useless, how extraordinarily painless, it is to take a child's life. This thing before me, small and twisted and bloody, has no real history, no worthwhile past, nothing is really lost. It's so much worse (and more pleasurable) taking the life of someone who has hit his or her prime, who has the beginnings of a full history, a spouse, a network of friends, a career, whose death will upset far more people whose capacity for grief is limitless than a child's would, perhaps ruin many more lives than just the meaningless, puny death of this boy."
"You're heartless, ambitious, arrogant, insidious, and without shame or empathy. More, you're a murderer."
It’s rule by fear. You’re not just demanding submission, you’re generating evil. Tarkin:
Then evil will have to do. Teller:
What transforms a man into a monster, Tarkin?
"I wouldn't call him immoral so much as amoral, he has no morality whatsoever. He doesn't even have a concept of morality."
"I will be the U.S. Steel of murder."
"Had I known one human's death would pain you so, I would have killed more. And kill more I shall. Carry that agony with you to oblivion, Superman."
"Behold, I shall be a blight upon the land, and everything I touch shall wither and die!"
I am Krypton. Superman:
You're a perversion. Dishonoring the very memory of my father and all my people.
"Tarkin, if ever there was a shred of humanity in you or these twisted creatures of yours, it's dead now. You're at war with life itself."