Some say the epitome of fear breeds in everyone-buried far into the wretched black soul that fleets aimlessly in your mechanical anatomy. And then I understood. Because I saw the fire burning in their eyes, a recursive reflection that stole my soul-if I had one to begin with. In retrospect, the childhood stories of Nether flooded my memories, and behind me, the molten red fluid slicked down the peaks stalactites and stalagmites, cooling into guardians of discord.
The dawn of my new autocracy and new-found power pummeled my self-esteem, skywards yet earth-bound. To be decreed with royal blood but such cursed stain which runs through the veins of all evil men-I had no answer. To be conferred with the land title deed of Nether and to be responsible for its presence in the world made no sense. No wonder it was humanity that was always cursed-for sin and for immorality. Because another human, and now undead, is crowned with the insatiable thirst for destruction and disintegration.
And as I ascend the throne, right hand clasping my scepter, I silently curtsy to the skulls and bones that rain my ground. I know that it was all-or-none, and yet, nobody will know. This and the same conscience that always bugged my actions were thrown aside. Nobody will ever find out. I was in control, and it was in its totality. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, ever, will stand in my way-nor will they find out. The living self I laid behind shall be cremated in its glory, ashes scattered into the seven seas where adventures for great men lay ahead. But beneath the depths of these blue waters, I waved my iron scepter, and an earthquake struck.
And now that Japan has paid its price, I will await.
I will wait for my next aggressor and I will plan-his dream, then his demise.
And I will wait, for my next successor, who shall unravel the true secret to courage and audacity.
Because this wait shall be endless, for no one will find me-no one will know my tainted tale.
At the corner of my eye, a shard of glass glimmered with the weeping eyes of that mortal self. It lay in agony, above Nether, beneath the seas, lost and scattered. But it knew wholeheartedly, to say to me: "Why have you degraded to such?"
"Because no one will know."
"But"
"Nether mind"
"True story" - Stinson