Evil by Nature
The laws of nature are not kind, not merciful—they are brutal, indifferent, and unrelenting.
by LunchBox
3 min read
From the moment of birth, life is an act of violence. The first breath is a battle against suffocation. The first scream is a defiance against silence. Flesh is torn from flesh, blood spills, and existence begins with a struggle. No life enters the universe gently—it is ripped into being. And yet, we call this sacred. We celebrate it. But what is birth if not the first act of destruction?
To survive is to consume, to kill, to conquer. A star must burn itself alive to shine. A predator must sink its teeth into another’s throat to see another day. The laws of nature are not kind, not merciful—they are brutal, indifferent, and unrelenting. And yet, the self-righteous whisper of good and evil, as if existence itself cares for such things.
Harkin Zor understood the lie. He did not fear being called evil—he embraced it. Because in a universe built on suffering, only the strong write the story.
The Fallacy of Good and Evil
Civilization clings to the illusion of morality, branding those who refuse to bow as evil. But what is evil, really? Is it the destruction of empires? The annihilation of false gods? The refusal to kneel? Or is it merely the name given to those who dare to seize power?
The universe was not made for fairness. It was not crafted with kindness. The cosmos does not weep for the dying, nor does it celebrate the just. It only moves forward, crushing the weak beneath its wheels. Survival is not a right—it is something taken, earned, or stolen.
History proves this truth time and time again. The conquerors were called heroes by their own people and tyrants by those they crushed. The revolutionaries who overthrew kings were first branded criminals before being honored as liberators. Morality is a weapon wielded by the victorious—nothing more.
And so Harkin Zor abandoned the pretense of righteousness. He did not seek approval. He did not ask for understanding. He carved his own fate from the void, and if the galaxy named him evil, so be it.
Evil as the Catalyst of Creation
Destruction is not the opposite of creation—it is its beginning. Stars are born from the wreckage of ancient supernovas. Planets emerge from the corpses of shattered worlds. Even the myths of old speak of gods who tore apart the heavens to forge the universe anew.
To be a force of destruction is to be a force of transformation. Those who fear destruction cling to what is safe, what is stagnant. But those who embrace it? They become the architects of the future.
Harkin Zor knew this well. He did not destroy for pleasure, nor did he kill without reason. He tore down the old world to build something stronger in its place. He was no mindless monster. He was a storm, a cosmic force, something beyond the comprehension of the petty bureaucrats and self-proclaimed kings who sought to chain him.
The Legacy of the Damned
Legends are not made from virtue. They are born in chaos, in fire, in blood. The feared are remembered. The forgotten are the ones who played it safe. Empires rise on the bones of the weak and fall to the hands of those deemed too dangerous to exist.
Harkin Zor understood that history is a graveyard of cowards. The only ones who endure are those who do what must be done—no matter the cost. He did not seek redemption. He did not seek love. He sought legacy. And legacy is written in ruin.
The Code of the Damned
If the universe would call him evil, then he would be the darkest shadow it had ever seen.
The weak will call you a villain—let them. Their cries mean nothing.
Destruction is not chaos—it is the beginning of something greater. Burn what must be burned.
Fear is power. Those who fear you will obey you. Those who obey you will serve you.
There is no justice, only the will to shape the universe. Right and wrong are illusions.
Immortality is earned through legend. Let them curse your name, as long as they never forget it.
Harkin Zor did not seek to be understood. He did not seek peace. He sought power, legacy, and the obliteration of anything that stood in his way. He was not born evil. He was made into it, by a universe that punishes the weak and worships the strong.
The Andromeda Galaxy did not deserve mercy. It deserved to be reforged.
And Harkin Zor would be its hammer.