"Our firm has always been here. In one form or another. The Inquisition. The Khmer Rouge. We were there when the very first cave man clubbed his neighbor. See, we're in the hearts and minds of every single living being. And that, friend, is what's making things so difficult for you. See, the world doesn't work in spite of evil, Angel. It works with us. It works because of us."
— Holland Manners
explaining Wolfram & Hart, Angel
: Once again, the blood of Belmont has defeated me... Perhaps this too is part of my fate. Richter Belmont
: Death to you! The world is not yours to exist in! Dracula
: It is not by my own power that I am resurrected. It is the greed of humanity which calls me back. And thus, by might, I rule! Might becomes the one and only justice in this world! Richter
: Of all the self-serving claptrap! The same basic faith drives all people to seek, to come together, to move forward! That, surely, can't be an evil thing! Dracula
: And yet, here I am. Do you not have any desires? Richter
: Well... Dracula
: It is by your desires that you humans prosper, and it is your faith that has ruled you! Considering that, can you really call me evil
: But people cannot be ruled by power alone! The sacred, the honorable, the loved. Those things can rule humanity. Something evil will eventually fall to ruin! Dracula
: I see! Perhaps you're right, heh heh heh! We shall meet again, blood of Belmont
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"I feed off the suffering of humans. As long as there is human suffering, I will continue to exist!" "I had a strange dream last night. I saw myself a hundred years from now, speaking to a man whose father has not yet been born, but who was already wearing a grey beard, and telling him that there are only two things that shall not die: God, who is
good, and I, who am
"Evil always finds a way." "This is not over! We will never end! We have no beginning, so we can have no end! We will return! Don't you understand? We are humanity! We are YOU! In one form, in another form, we are always with you! You can't protect yourself because we come in many, many guises. We shall return!" "I... shall never die.... As long as there are humans... as long as evil exists.... I will... once again...." "True to my name, I am but a dream that lives in your heart. Therefore, I am immortal. For as long as there is fear in your heart, I will someday return." "To hate me is to give me breath. To fight me is to give me strength." "You cannot escape me. I am... in... every... breath..." "So long as violence lurks in your heart...I will return..." "Take heed of what I say... as long as there is evil in the world and darkness in people's hearts... my spirit will never die... I will rise again one day... and make the world mine...." "I was born... Out of the greediness of mankind. While men exists, so will I!" "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
— Edmund Burke
(Zuul is defeated by God Mars
.) Emperor Zuul
: Mars! I can't die! I won't! Emperor Zuul
: My cells are all over the universe! Somewhere out there, I will be reborn! Takeru
: What? Emperor Zuul
: Bwahahahaha! Emperor Zuul of Gishin is only a shell occupied by one of my cells!
: Takeru Myojin... no, I should say Mars. Do you really think Emperor Zuul is dead? Takeru Myojin
: Huh? Ime
: He is the incarnation of all the evil in the universe. It is impossible to destroy him completely. Takeru
: You won't sway me with a lie like that! I'm not listening to you! Takeru
: And even if Zuul is still alive, I'll just destroy him again when he comes back! Takeru
: But before that, Ime Liard, I'm going to finish you!
"Bwah ha ha ha. Your efforts are futile... I will never be defeated! As long as Mavericks exist... As long as evil exists in the minds of humans... I'll come back again and again! X, Zero... I'll pursue you to the end of the world! Bwah ha ha ha! Farewell! FOR NOW!! Bwah ha ha!" Rei
: "Look at you. The final crisis has come and gone. You are dead, but refuse embrace your end." Darkseid
:"It doesn't matter, [...] so long there is evil, there will be a place for Darkseid." Rei
:"So long as there is a Darkseid, [...] there will be a Superman to oppose him."
Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare — Chicago? Los Angeles? Miami, Florida? Vincennes, Indiana? Syracuse, New York? Anyplace, everyplace, where there's hate, where there's prejudice, where there's bigotry... he's alive. He's alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called... a minority attacked... any blind, unreasoning assault, on a people, or any human being. He's alive because through these things we keep him alive. Daniel Webster:
Mr. Stone is an American citizen, and no American citizen may be forced into the service of a foreign prince. Mr. Scratch:
Foreign? And who calls me a foreigner? Daniel Webster:
Well, I never heard the dev— of you
claiming American citizenship. Mr. Scratch:
And who with better right? When the first wrong was done to the first Indian, I was there. When the first slaver put out for the Congo, I stood on the deck. Am I not spoken of, still, in every church in New England? 'Tis true, the North claims me for a Southerner, and the South for a Northerner, but I am neither. To tell the truth, Mr. Webster, though I don't like to boast of it, my name is older in the country than yours.
"Don't forget... Anyone can become a King of Demons... As long as hatred still exists, in any world, in any time..." "As long as blood is spilled, steel is melted, flesh is torn and bones are broken; till war continues to ravage the land, so shall I remain! The world shall never be free from the fire and brimstone of my ambition." "Nngh... Defeated again... by humans! Know this, Altean prince... That light which surrounds you is only a temporary respite. So long as the darkness in your hearts continues to sustain me... I cannot be... destroyed...... Rrraaahhh!!!" "GWAH...! WHY......? WHY... HAVE I... BEEN DEFEATED... SO EASILY...? IS THIS... THE POWER... ...OF NAGA'S... SHIELD OF SEALS...? KNOW THIS, HUMANS... THIS LIGHT IS ONLY A BRIEF RESPITE... SO LONG AS EVIL LURKS WITHIN THE HEARTS OF MAN... SHOULD THIS ACCURSED SHIELD BE LOST, WE SHALL RISE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL... DO NOT... EVER FORGET..."
gains power by feeding humanitys darkest urges
, stoking the fires of all that drives men forward. Ultimately, such power is self-sustaining, for heresy begets heresy. One day, Khorne
will run out of foes, Nurgle
s tally of plagues will be completed, and Tzeentch
s schemes shall reach their conclusion. None, however, can foresee a time when men shall set aside their darkest passions and selfish desires and forego that which they most crave.
While one mortal lies, while envy
will work his magic as the puppet master of the universe.
is eternal. As long as man has murdered his brother, wolf has hunted prey, and planets have been consumed by the death spasms of their stars, Khorne has existed. Until such time as all these things cease, he remains.
"I WILL NEVER DIE!!! THE THOUGHT OF ME IS FOREVER, IN THE BLEEDING HEARTS OF MEN, IN THEIR VANITY AND OBSESSIONS AND LUST!!! NOTHING SHALL EVER DESTROY ME!!! NOTHING!!!
"You have won, Children of the Light. The darkness is fading, even as we watch. But remember... The darkness cannot surrender. It is always with you, always on the fringe of the dawn... and the instant you gaze at it in fear... Your time will come."
"As long as there is life, the universe will never be without fear!"
"You think you have won! What is light without dark? What are you without me? I am a part of you all! You can never defeat me! We are brothers eternal!"
She was here from the moment that the first human heard movement in the darkness and felt fear that it might not be just an animal but that it might be something else. The fear a child fears as she knows that there is something under the bed waiting to grab her. She is the thing in the closet, the shadow under the door. She is the scraping at the window and the shuffling sound in the graveyard. She is the thing walking in the cornfield, the monster in the walls. She has died and she has been born again, and you have given her a body far in excess of anything she could have imagined. So long as a single child hides his head under the bed, as long as people tense at the things in the dark, she will always exist.