he was a ruthless killer. a killer who kills others without touching them. he manipulated them.
he was walking on the roof of the tallest building in new York with his college friend.
«you're too smart you know? it's scary.» his friend said while laughing.
his eyes were cold as ice. he is scary indeed. he's too pretty to be scary. and it made him even more scarier.
his friends sigh. «ah.. i don't know if now is the time to say it or not. but i went to church every day and prayed. i talked to the priests. god, how can i forget my sins?»
«how weak the mind is when it wants to forget. it will never forget. maybe you just want to lie. lie to everyone around. lit to yourself.»
his friend eyes widened. he's standing right in front of him. and he's.. not like usual.
«i.. i just want my sins-»
«do you think your sin will disappear if you lie?»
why he is.. he don't know anything about his friend's sin. why..
he felt like.. he wanted to explain himself. «i.. i just hate the hatred between the people.»
«hatred it created when people gather. i just poured a little oil on it.»
«y-you what..»
he looked at him straight in the eyes. he is scary. why.. he was so kind..
«i can see hell right in your eyes. hell, in tje eyes of a living human being.» he said to his friend.
«why-»
«there's nothing special about being born you know? not a thing. most of the universe is just death, nothing more. in this universe of ours, the birth of a new life on some corner of our planet in nothing but a tiny, insignificant flash. death is normal thing. so why live?»
it made his spine shake in fear. «why are you saying this.. to me?»
«because only one thing is equal for all. and that's death. being born really isn't that uncommon. almost everything in this world is meant to die. in this world, a life born is nothing more than an insignificant speck, and shouldn't even be counted as an existence. death is natural.» a little smile played on his lips. «you trust me and you know i'm right. don't you?»
no. he.. he doesn't trust him. he is scary. but why.. why the hell he can't say no. why it seems.. he can't not trust him.
«i.. i do..» he suddenly had a strong desire to die. he was absolutely right. what did it mean to be alive? no one wanted him. «do you know that forcing someone to commit suicide is against the law? they'll send you to prison.»
«the big secret to breaking the rules is to make it look as though you're following them.»
yes. he's too smart. he'll manipulate everyone. of course every person in this planet will believe him.
«then.. what is.. what is the end?»
«the end? what is the end.. i've seen the end many times. what is the end?» even the smartest person alive don't know it.
so he wanted to know. nothing could stop him. his strong desire to see the end threw him off the building.
«why do you kill people like this, dread?»
«to conquer the world. but you know.. the hard part comes after you conquer the world.»
that man was a murderer. he had a black soul and a heartless body. he could be more controlling than fate and god. a hidden god among humans, a destroyer in human form and a devil incarnate.