Albert Wesker | Original Meta & Tropes
↳ Judas + The Revolutionary + The Godkiller + More.
He corrupts all he touches, he sets ablaze a man’s soul by a single look; regard him not with hatred and not with pity, but with acknowledgment for he is a revolutionary— he is pragmatic villainy, taken unto himself the pain and the suffering of his kin, and letting it out tenfold in the form of schemes that will change the very foundation of humanity. He stood once as a megalomaniac and he stands now as a visionary. Dons a dark colored turtleneck and blazer as a parallel to the hellfire within eyes changed for use as a Tyrant, a human weapon the likes of which the world has never seen before— he is betrayed by those he once placed his trust in. And his trust gone, he stands hollow. He lost it all, companions, friends, family— he is bereft of relation, one man standing against the entirety of the world.
Beware him, for he would not hesitate to move one chess piece and set in motion a chain of events that will ripple the very fabric of reality itself— every night the pieces are bloodied in his mind, palms soaking in the life-liquid of all those he’s had to crush in order to progress. For he has no purpose other than to progress, toward a goal ever so elusive; he is the storm at night’s moor, he is the plague that ruins all whom oppose him and his tyrannical rule. He wears a crown of thorns, opposing those who had brought him up in order to lead a life all his own— like Lucifer himself, with nothing to lose and everything to gain—
Because he has already lost everything.
He is the Father of Virology himself, microscopic organisms living within him that dictate his very being and form a soul so black, devoid of emotion and feeling, for he no longer has the time nor the capability; all the world is his chessboard, all the world will bear witness to a man so hollow and yet so filled with man’s basic need: To live. He has lived and he has died, he has embraced the Dark Horseman come to take him away and told him that it is not yet his time.
He is a renaissance man. Geneticist, Virologist, once corporate spy and now corporate executive, mastermind. He knows all and sees all; he makes one move and the dominoes topple. His influence was felt throughout the course of events in recent human history— from his childhood to adulthood, to death, he is the single catalyst that changed all whom he associated with, be it for better or good.
Hell and Heaven’s hosts themselves look and watch upon this man to walk the Earth as if he is the best— because he was once not, and has made himself so through sheer willpower alone. He is the beginning and he is the end, and borne of great brilliance came his insanity. Beware the man who once thought himself God, for no longer does he believe so— now, he shall kill one, gloved fists ready; skin is cold and white as death, for he is death, he cheated it thrice and will cheat it again.
He is unsterblich, immortal. Be it in life or death, he will always be remembered. The void in his eyes hidden behind the caliginous facade of sunglasses are never visible, for surely if you look into them you will see the pain of a man who’s lived too long and done too much to ever be the same again. He would rip into the flesh of the universe and swallow it whole if he could, taking all with him. And he cannot bear to live in a world filled with such ineptitude— he must change it, and change it he will.
His lies are his truths and his truths are his lies, he is perfect in his imperfection and he is every child who wished to be at the very pinnacle of their potential; every child who wished to be someone, and had tread the long and dangerous, bloody path required to get there. He is the serpent who eats his own tail.
The Kingdom of God is within him, for he has swallowed it whole.