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Film
"Feeling regretful, Frank? Well, I guess that's pretty standard in your line of work. I'll never apologize for the way I am. I like it. If I want someone's blood I'll take it. And I'm not ashamed of what I am and what I want and how I want it, and I want you. My soul, my flesh craves you."
— Karen Thompson, Children of the Night
Sir John Talbot: It is glorious, isn't it?
Lawrence Talbot: No. It's hell.
Sir John Talbot: Hell? No. The beast is the beast. Let it run free...
Literature
"Immortality is a gift to those who own it, a burden to those who bestow it, and a curse to those who suffer its wrath."
— The vampire Merrill T. Comfort, The New Vampire's Handbook
Monster was the best, his favourite word. The first half was a kiss, the second a hiss.
— The Monster of Elendhaven on Johann
Lupin's hands closed convulsively in his lap. "Fenrir Greyback is, perhaps, the most savage werewolf alive today. He regards it as his mission in life to bite and to contaminate as many people as possible; he wants to create enough werewolves to overcome the wizards. Voldemort has promised him prey in return for his services. Greyback specializes in children ... Bite them young, he says, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards. Voldemort has threatened to unleash him upon people's sons and daughters; it is a threat that usually produces good results."
Lupin paused and then said, "It was Greyback who bit me."
"What?" said Harry, astonished. "When—when you were a kid, you mean?"
"Yes. My father had offended him. I did not know, for a very long time, the identity of the werewolf who had attacked me; I even felt pity for him, thinking that he had had no control, knowing by then how it felt to transform. But Greyback is not like that. At the full moon, he positions himself close to victims, ensuring that he is near enough to strike. He plans it all. And this is the man Voldemort is using to marshal the werewolves. I cannot pretend that my particular brand of reasoned argument is making much headway against Greyback's insistence that we werewolves deserve blood, that we ought to revenge ourselves on normal people."
Lupin paused and then said, "It was Greyback who bit me."
"What?" said Harry, astonished. "When—when you were a kid, you mean?"
"Yes. My father had offended him. I did not know, for a very long time, the identity of the werewolf who had attacked me; I even felt pity for him, thinking that he had had no control, knowing by then how it felt to transform. But Greyback is not like that. At the full moon, he positions himself close to victims, ensuring that he is near enough to strike. He plans it all. And this is the man Voldemort is using to marshal the werewolves. I cannot pretend that my particular brand of reasoned argument is making much headway against Greyback's insistence that we werewolves deserve blood, that we ought to revenge ourselves on normal people."
If he'd been Human I'd have known instantly what I saw there, I'd have smelled murderer all over his topology. And I wouldn't have been able to even guess at the number of his victims, because his affect was so utterly without remorse. The killing of a hundred would leave no more strain on Sarasti's surfaces than the swatting of an insect; guilt beaded and rolled off this creature like water on wax.
But Sarasti wasn't human. Sarasti was a whole different animal, and coming from him all those homicidal refractions meant nothing more than predator.
But Sarasti wasn't human. Sarasti was a whole different animal, and coming from him all those homicidal refractions meant nothing more than predator.
Music
"I forged my halo from perdition's clay
Behold my bliss profane."
Behold my bliss profane."
— Behemoth, "The Satanist"
Tabletop Games
"No other life can be as fulfilled and true as the life of one of my kind, and no other being is more deserving of life's treasures than I. Lesser beings fear and abhor what I am, and this is as it should be. Mortals fear what they cannot understand and grow to hate those things that they fear and with this I am content. It is only correct that the thin souls of mortality hate my name, fear what I desire and stand in ignorance of my true nature and the nature of all my kind."
— Mannfred von Carstein, Liber Necris, Warhammer
"I do not care what our prey think of us. Do you consider what opinion meat has of you?"
— Constantin von Carstein, Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Night's Dark Masters - A Guide To Vampires
The lives and property of others are irrelevant to a Kindred this far gone. The vampire likely indulges twisted pleasures and aberrant whims, which may include any manner of atrocity. Perversion, callous murder, mutilation of victims, and wickedness for its own sake are the hallmarks of a Kindred with very low Humanity. Few vampires maintain ratings this low and lower for very long — their damnation is all but certain at this point.
— Vampire: The Masquerade - Rulebook (20th ed)
Video Games
"Once I embraced my powers, I realized Vorador was correct. We are gods — dark gods — and it is our duty to thin the herd."
— Kain, Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain
Ventus: We should be free to choose. Not just light, not just darkness. We decide what we are.
Vanitas: But... Ventus, I did decide who I am. You see?
Ventus: And what you are is darkness?
Vanitas: What I am is darkness.
Vanitas: But... Ventus, I did decide who I am. You see?
Ventus: And what you are is darkness?
Vanitas: What I am is darkness.
