"Old Man Murphy," who had come out for a midnight stroll because he couldn't sleep, never expected to stumble upon such an unexpected windfall. After seeing with his own eyes that his own arsenal, which couldn't even manufacture a decent bolt-action rifle, had somehow come up with the absurd "LeMay happy bomb," Murphy's worries eased by more than half.
Although using white phosphorus on a large scale in conventional warfare was more than a little inhumane and downright monstrous. There was absolutely no excusing it.
But look on the bright side.
First of all, Murphy didn't plan to use it on a battlefield against humans. They were going to use it against gnolls and skeleton armies. The former were enemies of civilization, while the latter didn't feel pain at all. Even if Murphy and his little players really did act like monsters, they needn't worry about either of these enemies taking the materials to some "international court" to seek arbitration.
Secondly, he was a vampire. The other people on the continent didn't consider him human, so, to put it in terms of rationalizing things, he had much less "humanity" to worry about.
And finally, wasn't this really a case of having no other choice?
If Murphy could field a fully equipped artillery corps and mechanized army right now, he wouldn't need to resort to something so damnable. Surely no self-proclaimed "civilized" power would use this kind of weapon against unarmed civilians when it already had the upper hand, would it?
Holy shit, what kind of monster would do something so wicked?
That would be beyond even the vampires' unfathomably low standards.
It could even make demons and devils stand shoulder to shoulder with them, condemning them as evil bastards unworthy of going to Hell. And if those humanoid creatures did