Controversial Manifesto

The sun was brightly shining and the temperature was not warm, but also not too cold. It was the perfect weather. The milky clouds travelled through the skies, painted in a sea of blue. A cooling wind entered through the big windows, enveloping the two of us.

It was at such an ordinary day, that a young girls heart broke.

"No, I don't like this," Celestia shouted amidst her crying.

I embraced her whole body, but her tears showed no intention of halting. My soft caress was of little use and couldn't lessen the heavy burden that was weighing her heart down.

"Why, did she have to die," she kept shouting, "why of all people her?"

She grew a bit louder again, and gripped my dress. I hugged her tighter, and did not answer.

"It is so unfair," she emphasized, "so unfair."

The sound of her despair was amplified in the silent afternoon.

She had no way of controlling these turbulent emotions that had bursted through. I urged her to just let them all out, which resulted in her frenzied shouts.

I pulled her closer, my lips touched the crown of her head. Similar to how birds treated their eggs, did I try to instill the same warmth to her.

She quivered slightly and her erratic breathing, began to stabilize.

One last time she mumbled, "what should I do now," and slumped to the ground, while still clutching my now messy clothes. Occasionally, her body spasmed, but she steadily calmed down.

After a long pause, I asked her, "do you detest this world," making her flinch, "this world that took your sister from you?"

She lifted her head, displaying her face adorned with her tears and mucus. Not only were her eyes and nose cherry red, but the trail left on her cheeks were too. "what does it matter," she said.

I knelt down, "yes or no?"

She turned her head, unsure how to reply to such a sudden question.

As she didn't answer, I resumed, "I for one hate it. I hate the world, no matter what time or place. This hotpot of made up values, undermining the desires we all hold inside us," I poked her chest, pointing at the place her heart resided in, "We are filled with greed, lust and sin. Or more specifically, it's your heart that is. Take a look at yourself, what do you see?" I grabbed her breast, "what do you feel?" I moved my hand around and felt the rounded form with my fingers, "is it not in human nature, that we have the desire to indulge in these thoughts," she trembled, "then why do we have all these values holding us back?"

I planned to convey my thoughts to her, whether she agreed with them or not.

I did not want to sound like a cynic. Neither was it my intention to appear pessimistic, or paint the world worse than it was. I just hoped she would understand what my beliefs were.

Her face changed from the pain in her heart, to the pleasure from her body. She opened her lips, but closed them again.

"I do not understand these values, as I do not possess any common sense, it is only my emotions that guide me. So it is inexplicable to me, why everyone acts on these arbitrary rules, which are not grounded on the truth but on acceptance," I sighed, "If everyone could face these feelings in their hearts, would we not live an easier life?"

A society, I think, is largely based on mutual assurance.

Unlike physics or science, where a universal truth existed, morals and standards change from age to age. The time I currently resided in, had vastly different ideas than the one I came from. However, they both believe their way of living was right. Which one of them was actually correct, no one could really tell. Maybe it was a different time all together, maybe there was none.

Such whimsical notions, I did not understand them. In fact, I found them laughable.

How were we different from actors playing a character?

Her face was scarlet, but she did not try to stop me.

"It is those straightforward people like Estella that have to die, while those hypocrites hiding behind a mask, stir the pot of sins, extracting what suits them, preaching about what is right and wrong, when they themselves don't know either," I stopped moving my hands, "so do you detest such a world?"

She thought about it for a moment and then replied with conviction, "yes, I absolutely abhor it," her nails scratched the floor, "I wish for a world, where we are free to pursue whatever we wanted. A world where Estella could have been happy. I long for such an ideal."

I was a bit proud of her answer and sighed in relief.

"Then do you want to change it or will you live with it," I asked her, "I once took on my role in society, trying to showcase the greed we inherently have, but I didn't manage to do so," rather, I died before I was able to, "still, we humans are by nature greedy. Unlike these rules which have no basis for their existence, our selfishness will always be true."

The idea of selfishness is something I found very complex.

It would be great, if I could live my life unbound from pesky rules, but I would not like it if others were to do the same.

Still that in essence is what selfishness entailed. It meant putting yourself before others. Or putting your important ones before strangers.

Just because I did something, did not mean I found it acceptable if it was done to me. This of course worked the opposite way as well, no one had to find what I did acceptable. They are always free to retaliate, but so was I.

It is a circle were hate created hate. But it is also a circle were love created love. A circle were anyone could truly be free.

I did not know if such a life would be better, but I am sure, hiding our forms behind these illogical morals was not the way either.

Her eyes had an inexplicable brightness inside them. Full of certainty she answered, "I want to change it."

I ruffled her hair with my hands, "you understand you will be seen as a villain, as you do not fight for those who seek justice, but only for yourself. As you are different from everyone else."

"But I still want to change it."

I hugged her again, "oh child, then won't you follow me to show the whole world how absurd it is, by living our life the way we see fit, unbound by the societal norms and see how high we can reach with these wings of ours," I asked.

"What do you plan on doing," she inquired.

"I want to take on my old role again. That of a serpent. So that everyone understands, it is not Estella that was wrong, but the world. Let us shatter it, and build it from scratch again."

Maybe in this world, could I escape the past that chained me down, I thought.

But ultimately we humans were still the same. Finding that out, I did not know if I should be happy or not.

Astonished by my declaration, Celestia was frozen solid. Her mouth was hanging low, like she was unable to comprehend what I suggested. It took a while for her to regain her composure, but when she did, she reciprocated my hug, and began shaking violently.

"Yes, I do. Yes I do," she screamed and tears began falling again. The scream was her loudest yet, making the red and green birds fly away from fright.

"Let them all out, I will be here, from now until forever, to be the frame for your emotions," I assured her.

I was a swindler in my old world. A trickster.

A person who knew the rules, but did not agree with them.

I exploited the loopholes which lay in this flawed system, and used them to my advantage. I broke these old conventions.

I understood a persons heart as much as they understood themselves.

Maybe even better.

So I took on my responsibility of uncovering these feelings, as the one who tempts others. In turn, I would also expose these values build with no foundation.

Alas, I could not achieve my goal, as these values were too deeply ingrained in my era.

However, this era is different, it has not been shaped yet. It was a time of uncertainty, in which no one really understood what morality entailed.

What if I tried again, see how far I could go?

This time, not only for me, but for those like Estella. And for the girl I was carrying in my arms, both victims of their suppressed desires.

"Will the world change, if I follow you," she meekly asked, uncertain of what the answer would be.

"I don't know. I can't see the future, as I am no god," I told her. My words were like a bucket of water that cooled her flames, "but I shall try anyways. Failing only when I'm dead. And when I die" I grinned, "it wouldn't matter that I failed."

"Then will you promise me that you will guide me while you build your path, and when you die, will you take me with you?"

"I vow to have you by my side, till death do us apart," I told her with absolute confidence.

I took her hands and grasped them with mine.

"Alright I will trust you."

Celestia lifted her head and slowly moved closer. Close enough for our nose to touch, our smell to mix and our breath to exchange. She closed her eyes, as if anticipating something.

I brushed her cheeks with my thumb. they were as soft as they looked. Her reddened face was unlike her porcelain skin. I touched her tiny mouth and a quick shiver flew through her body.

I circled my arms around her, and she pulled me towards the ground. Before we touched the floor, our lips connected, forming an innocent kiss.

Not one out of love, not one out of attraction. Purely out of necessity. One to seal the deal.

She groaned, and pressed her lips against mine, hard enough for me to feel her teeth. I gathered my arms around her once more and let my hands move up and down her back. With an almost impatient twist, she tried wiggling her tongue into my mouth, aggressively striding forward, heavy and sacrilegious. But also with utmost care, and piety, as if she feared I'd shirk away from revulsion.

She slid off my arms, our lips parting as fast as they connected. Making the scene return to normal, only the string of saliva between us betraying what had occurred.

Her eyes were still closed and she held my hands tightly.

I let her rest on my laps, while she buried her face in my stomach. Slowly, she fell asleep, due to exhaustion.

I was unsure whether she would remember what happened, but it did not matter to me.

We had no contract to sign, no place to lock our oath and secure it.

So I took her valuable kiss, not because I lusted for her body, but because I sought her agreement. Agreement to those terms l laid out.

I took it as a collateral and she understood that. The meaning behind it.

I swept her hair aside, letting the sun shine on her face. Under the warm light, she really did look just like her sister.

Silently I whispered, "Estella, I promise to you, the day you reincarnate, the world will have changed already. It will be a world, were you can follow your curiosity without anyone judging you."

I truly took on a troublesome request this time.