[The feed turns on accidentally. Shuu is seated at the head of a dinner table, with a young lady, her hair strongly resembling feathers, sitting to his left, and a young man - a stranger - sitting beside her. To his right is a small person; but not just any small person. He's covered head to toe in feathers. His nose resembles a beak, although the rest of his face is that of a human. Two butlers stand off to the side, awaiting orders from the good doctor. One of them has the body of a man and the head of a falcon, while the other looks mostly normal except for the fact that his arms seem to be melded with a pair of bird wings. These are but a few of Shuu's "children".
[Another young man sits across the table from the girl. He seems to be in good spirits, although the stranger does not. Shuu claps his wings, turning to the perturbed guest.]
Well, Mr. Douglas. It's very good of you to join us. Please tell me. Is the Devil still pursuing you?[He laughs - the other man across the table, his assistant, laughs. Even the midget-monster next to Shuu can't help but guffaw at that. Douglas' brow furrows. He's clearly upset, and retorts with "Well, perhaps you can explain what you mean by "the Devil", since you seem to be on good terms with him."
[Shuu doesn't miss a beat.]
Well, permit me, Mr. Douglas, to tell you something of the Devil, that I've come to know him. The Devil is that element of human nature that compels us to destroy and debase. [He leans back in his chair, gazing upwards in philosophical thought. Mr. Douglas mutters darkly to himself, "And what to you, upon this island, is nothing but destruction and debasement?"
[This isn't the first time
Dr. Moreau Dr. Iwamine has had to defend his research from the ignorant and close-minded.]
Oh. Well, I can tell you very plainly - [He interrupts his thoughts to scold the midget monster next to him who started pecking at his food with his beak nose.]
No, no, no, please don't do that. [The monster looks up at him sheepishly and uses his utensil like a proper gentleman. The doctor continues.]
For seventeen years, I have been striving to create a...some measure of refinement in the human species, you see. And it is here, on this very island, that I, sir, have found the very essence of the Devil. [Douglas glares at him. "What do you mean?"
[All humor leaves Shuu's face. He's deadly serious now.]
I have seen the Devil in my microscope, and I have chained him. And I suppose you can say, in a sense, metaphorically speaking, I have cut him to pieces. The Devil, Mr. Douglas, I've found...is nothing more than...a tiresome collection of genes. And it is with great assurance that I can tell you that Lucifer, Son of Morning, is no more.[Shuu clears his throat, hoping that his guest understands.
[Douglas doesn't buy it, of course. "Wow. I don't see how any of this species nonsense justifies these monstrous disfigurements." He gestures to the creatures around them. The falcon-headed butler looks to Shuu, a bit offended by this man's comments.]
Very simply, they represent a stage in the process, the eradication...of destructive elements found in the human psyche. And I...I have almost achieved perfection, you see, of a divine creature that is pure, harmonious, absolutely incapable of malice. And if in my tinkering, I have fallen short of the human form by snout, claw, or hoof, it is of really no great import. I am closer than you could possibly imagine, sir.[The wing-armed servant notices the communicator, and discreetly turns it off.]
[OOC: I really loved the monologue Marlon Brando has in this movie, so. It made me think of Shuu, too, so I hope this kind of gives a bit of what his thought process is.]