Character: Louis de Pont du Lac. Page 1

They were doomed, stuck in their time. They forgot the first lesson that we must be strong beautiful and without regret - this is important.
- Can you teach me to do that?
- Yes!
To live without regrets. What would we make a pair... But what if the lesson I want to teach? What if all I have left is my suffering, my regret?
- You don't want to lose them?
- You got it? The heart that mourns her... the one you burned to the ground. I know what you did. And I know you don't have any regrets. You feel nothing and if that's what you can teach me, I can do that myself.

Heart you too want to get?.. Aching heart, that you turned to ash?..

You're absolutely right, the devil was created by God, hence he is a child of God. And all of us too. No children of Satan does not exist.

We are able to go so far, that may even love each other. You and me. Who else will give us at least a little bit of love, compassion and mercy? Who else, knowing us as we know ourselves, will do anything for us? No, we are able to love each other.

- Why are you doing this?
- I like to do it. I'm enjoying this. Take your aesthetics to taste pure things, kill them quickly if you want, but kill. And make no mistake: you are a killer, Louis!

- What did you see?
- There are no words to describe it. With the same success you can ask heaven what it sees; man cannot know this.

- Mmm... Monsieur Louis, You're not eating?
- No, dear.
- We worry about You, master. Why don't You go to the field? And how long were You out of house slave? All the death. Are you still our master?
- That will be all, Yvette!
- I'm not leaving until You won't listen to me! You should, you should send your friend. All the slaves fear him... they fear You.
- I scare myself.

It happened in 1791. I was 24, I was younger than You are now. But those times were different, at that age, I was already a man: the owner of a sick plantation just South of New Orleans. I lost my wife during childbirth, and she and the child were buried for almost six months. I'd be happy to join them. I could not bear the pain of loss. I wanted to get rid of it. I wanted to lose everything: my wealth, my estate, my sanity. My invitation was open to all. The whore next to me. Pimp walking behind. But whoever it was, was a vampire.

Vampires pretending to be people pretending to be vampires.
- As the avant-garde.

That means death for one who is destined to live to the end of the world? And what is the "end of the world", it is not an empty phrase, because no one really knows what is this light?

Only the doll had a human face.

- If evil exists in this world, but do not differ by degrees of sinfulness, therefore, it is enough to commit one sin is to be forever damned. Isn't that is the meaning of your words? If there is a God and...
- I don't know if he, ' I interrupted Armand. But judging from what I saw... there is no God.
- So there is no sin and evil either.
- It is not - I said. Because if there is no God, then we are the highest sentient beings in the universe. The only ones allowed to see the true passage of time, understand the value of every minute of human life. Killing at least one person that is true evil, and no matter what he will still die the next day, or a month, or many years later... Because if there is no God, then life on earth, each moment is all we have.

Feast of death - in the eyes of idle strangers, and in fact - the triumph of the hereafter.

Not the aesthetic principles of the artist in conflict with public morality and moral. The misunderstanding of this often leads to tragedy, even if the reason was nothing. The painter stole paint from the store. He is convinced he has committed an immoral act and for all destroyed his immortal soul. As if the morality of the soul is a crystal ball that can smash a light touch. He falls into despair and finally is omitted. But then I do not know about it. Thought that kill animals because I like it. Tried to avoid the main moral question: why do I have this curse seal.