On Writing: Smile, and Be a Villain
Okay. Finding inspiration for fantasy villains from a Tasting History vid was not what I expected. Whoof.
A little context here. Lots of times when you read fantasy (or even SF), Evil Rulers often seem to fall into the same generic mold. Taxes too high, poor people oppressed, people might be imprisoned or executed just because the so-called law took them into dislike - we’ve seen it all before.
Which is a shame, because history shows us many examples of far more personal evil, that would give your hero excellent reasons to put the Big Bad six feet under. Genghis Khan. Mehmed the Conqueror. Blackbeard. And this guy I hadn’t heard of before, Emperor Domitian.
Warning, do not watch this vid after dark. The history part of it will haunt you for hours. Not because it’s gory. Because of the psychological torture this emperor was carrying out on anyone in influence range.
Ancient Roman Jellyfish for the Black Banquet
...Yeah. My hair was standing on end a bit, too.
I’m not surprised they murdered him. I’m not even surprised it took a few years to get up the nerve. If you survived the Black Banquet, you were probably in shock for weeks. Would not amaze me if some of those senators later dropped dead from stress, or taken down by an illness their terror-flattened immune systems couldn’t handle.
Let me hit some of the high points of why this banquet was definitely Dude Not Funny. First, you’re invited by a guy who knows he can invite people to dine and murder them - he’s done it before. And you can’t turn it down, because he’s the Emperor.
(Power and control.)
Then you’re separated from the servants you rely on as help and a social buffer, not to mention another potential body between you and harm.
(Power and control.)
Then everything is set up to evoke the rituals of death, in a culture that believed offended ghosts would take vengeance on the living.
(Power and - you get it.)
Then your servants have disappeared, and you’re sent home with new ones you don’t know. You don’t know what happened to the people you trusted, and the Emperor has just placed potential agents in your household you cannot throw out without consequences. Assassins? Just spies? You don’t know.
(The not knowing is ongoing, drowning terror.)
...And then the “gifts”. One of which is another agent of the Emperor in your household, the others all possible preludes to being executed next time. Classic abusive relationship tactics. “You did what I wanted, so I’ll give you something I think is nice. (What you think doesn’t matter.) You’d better be grateful. You’d better grovel. Next time I might not be nice.”
Now that’s how you make a villain.
I could see this as the backstory for a grizzled hero hiding out on the frontier. War hero or otherwise, invited to the party as a guest to amuse the Emperor, and sane enough to realize he doesn’t want in on whatever’s going to happen next. Hey, I hear the land of Seres is nice this time of year....




















