The Morningstar’s Manifesto
Welcome to my nightmare, my kingdom-in-the-making. I’m Vincent Cooper, the Morningstar, the Black Dog of Redhill, the half-demon bastard who’s going to tear this world apart and rebuild it with fire, blood, and my iron fist. If you’re here to be inspired, enlightened, or saved, you’re in the wrong goddamn place. This manifesto isn’t for the weak, the clueless, or the hypocrites clutching their pearls. It’s for the misfits, the outcasts, and anyone who’s tired of pretending this world is worth saving.
The World Is Rotten
This planet? A joke. A festering cesspool of cowards, liars, and parasites pretending they’re something better. Politicians spew their bullshit promises, people kiss ass to climb their little ladders, and everyone’s too scared to admit how meaningless it all is. But I’m not scared. I see it for what it is—a broken system that deserves to burn. And I’m the match.
Power Is Everything
Forget your moral crap about love, kindness, and forgiveness. Power is the only thing that matters. Those who have it rule. Those who don’t? They’re just pawns, waiting to be used, discarded, or crushed. I was born with power running through my veins—fire, destruction, chaos—and I’ll use it to make this world kneel. Telekinesis, pyrokinesis, the ability to become something monstrous—these aren’t "gifts." They’re weapons. And I intend to wield them.
Weakness Is a Disease
Humans cling to their weakness like it’s something noble. They cry about their feelings, pray to their gods, and beg for mercy. It’s pathetic. Weakness is a disease, and I’m the cure. When I rule, there’ll be no room for cowards. Either you’re strong, or you’re just a pile of red fucking ash! Simple as that.
My Vision
Imagine a world remade in my image. Cities scorched into submission, their inhabitants kneeling at my feet. No more rules, no more governments, no more fake smiles. Just my law: obey or suffer. Public executions for anyone who pisses me off. Entire towns turned into infernos if they dare defy me. And the best part? I won’t give a damn about being “fair” or "just." I’m not here to play nice—I’m here to take what’s mine.
I Am the Morningstar
They named me Vincent after some saint. A cruel joke, really. But I’ve got a better name now. The Morningstar. The bringer of light. The one who burns away the lies and leaves only truth—no matter how brutal. I don’t care if you see me as a hero or a villain. I’m above your pathetic little labels. I’m the storm that’s coming, and you can either stand aside or be swept away.To Those Who Stand in My Way
Go ahead. Try me. Fight me. Pray to whatever weak-ass deity you think will save you. It won’t matter. I’ll break you, burn you, and laugh while you scream. I don’t forgive, I don’t forget, and I sure as hell don’t lose.
To My Followers
If you’re still reading this and nodding along, maybe you’re not as useless as the rest. Maybe you see the truth in what I’m saying. Stick around. Watch the chaos unfold. Hell, join me if you’ve got the guts. But don’t think for a second I’ll tolerate weakness. If you want to stand beside me, you better be ready to fight like hell.
The Future Is Mine
This isn’t some pipe dream or edgy rant. This is a promise. I’ll carve my name into the earth, and when I’m done, the world won’t recognize itself. They’ll fear me. They’ll worship me. They’ll know who rules.