"Man shall never reach his full capacity while chained to the Earth...He
must take wing and conquer the Heavens."
--Icarus ("Another Fine Myth", by Robert Asprin)
Is ambition a bad thing? Is to want more than what you have, to always strive for greator horizons something that should be punished or encouraged. Of course, the answer depends entirely on whose side you are on.
In may case, let us take Hell for example...I have Belial's support in my
ambitions to take Hell from under Mephistopheles; Baphomet...well, Baphomet
is Baphomet...I had no idea Mephistopheles was held in such a bad light by
so many. Let us look at this: all on the side of Hell stand to gain by my becoming
its Queen, and yet I have not acted...None stand in my way. None oppose. The
Throne is mine, I have but to proclaim it. I am ambitious, this I have never
denied; I want more than what I have, for to settle for so little is a waste
of time and energy.
I have Babylon. I have earth. And yet I am still unhappy.
I have the Spawn as my kindred and allies now, a love and loyalty so strong
I have never felt before, and it sings in my heart like a hymn...And yet I
am unhappy still, although not quite so as before.
The Fae...Maxwell is evil, I know, and quite mad. And yet I have agreed to
join the side of the Fae and fight for -them- as well. But I am still not complete.
I went to the Underground and spoke treasonous words before Locke himself, offered to betray the Citadel and Hell and Earth and all that I have striven for these few months on Earth...And I am alone.
Only months ago I came to Earth. Aye, half a year, and in that time I have grown from servant to rebel, rebel to revolutionist, revolutionist to Lady, Lady to General, General to Queen. In such a short time I have grown powerful: my spirit is building, struggling to be free. But I contain it, though to do so brings me pain. I grow in strength in physical form, my mind expands as I learn, my powers increase in strength and variety and substance.
And I want -more-. Such power is addicting and no matter how sweet the taste, always leaves one hungry for more; like an unsatisfied lover craving more of that which serves to please them, or a beggar starving for more of what keeps it alive.
I need no food. I can live without sex (although I prefer not to). Tis power
that feeds me and keeps me alive. Magicks and energies and influence and fear
and love...All these are what keep me alive.
And I hunger still...