*tucks the matches into his pocket. Picks up the whips and gasoline in one hand, and tosses madi over his shoulder, and carries her into a private room, whilst whistling dixie*
A few moments later....
*after a series of viscious whip-cracking noises and a suspiciously flammable sounding 'FWOOSH!' SJ emerges, just finishing up the last verse to the song*
Now, mith, lets you and me have a little discussion.
I am not evil. Clearly, you are 'The Man'. You are the establishment. that means that you are the defacto embodiment of evil.
I just happen to be the only person here with a heart of gold. The problem is that my mind is a steel trap. That results in me doing things which are generally perceived as evil. However, the results of my actions are invariably 'good'.
I am the one who will break you apart, piece by piece. And in the process, I will be called the destroyer. I will be cursed, spit upon, and reviled by all peoples of the world.
But in the end, when my work is done, I shall step back. And from the rubble, you shall be rebuilt. And in the rebuilding, you shall be made better. Stronger. Faster. Wiser. You will evaluate how I was able to break you. And you will take precautions that such a fate does not happen again.
I am the vaccine against the disease. I train your immune system to recognize its own destruction and I teach you how to prevent it from happening. But the process is every bit as painful as if you were truly on your death bed, delerious with fever, vomiting up the bile that your failing organs can't process, and stinking with the stench of impending death.
Evil, you may call me. And Evil my actions are. But of all of the Angels in the service of God, The Fallen Angel is the one who does the most of God's work. If there was no Devil, the people would have no choice but to choose God. And that sort of faith is meaningless. True Faith cannot be planted in shallow soil. The roots will never go deep enough, unless they have to fight for every inch of soil they dig into.