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ID: An illustration of a small flower fairy flying next to a walrus. The fairy points with one hand to the left and the other to the right, saying, "I'll try these doors, you try those, and maybe we'll find someone who can help!" The walrus replies, "Okie dokie." End ID
John killed the Earth and turned its soul into a Barbie doll. John resurrected his friends, but he knew that if he brought them back as their full selves, they might challenge him, they might not forgive him. So he took their memories, he took their names, and he took their ability to challenge him, and also to meaningfully forgive him. He spent ten thousand years playing house with the people he made from his old friends, he spent ten thousand years playing dolls. John is evil, but he’s not just evil, he’s a very specific kind of evil, the evil that turns people into dolls, the evil that renames and remakes and overwrites. John loves to play with names, he renamed himself, he renamed all his Lyctors and their cavaliers, he renamed Gideon, and he keeps renaming Alecto, A.L., Annabel Lee, Annie Laurie.
This terrible, playful renaming and re-rerenaming of someone you betrayed, it felt familiar. Renaming someone to justify warping their story, warping their story to justify hurting them, and all of it with a rueful little smile. Of course it felt familiar. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Nabokov knew what he was doing, and so does Tamsyn Muir. For a long time, she had been trying out different ways to approach the topic, to approach the terrible guy who eventually became John. Back in her fandom days, she wrote a fic about grooming that directly referenced Lolita. Later she wrote “The Magician’s Apprentice,” another story about an adult, a seemingly kind, funny and sympathetic adult very gradually transforming a child into something she would not have chosen to become.
This is what John (or God, or Teacher, or the Emperor) does. He’s not a literal sexual predator, he’s an omniscient necromantic emperor, but the way he operates, the way he behaves and then rationalises his behaviour is meant to make you think of the former, and be appropriately skeeved the fuck out. He acts like he’s the only real person in the world, he turns everyone else into dolls, he renames them and remakes them and he kills them if they show signs of disobedient sentience, then he makes sad sighs about how very lonely he is.