The world had never been kind to me.
Fairness?
Justice?
These concepts felt like a luxury to me when I was a kid.
I lived in an orphanage since I was born.
Not by choice.
My parents must have left me there.
Do I feel bad about it?
Maybe I felt something when I was young.
Maybe I blamed my parents for not giving me a healthy childhood.
But now!
I don't blame them.
I don't really care about these human attachments.
In fact, I am grateful to them for abandoning me, because those incompetent humans wouldn't have been able to provide me what I have today.
I have achieved what none in the world could!!
I run an empire of wealth and destruction!
I dictate who lives in this world, and who doesn't.
Is this what they call being a God.
Or—
Does this make me a devil.
I firmly believe in only one concept— Survival of the strongest.
What makes one person good, while the other bad?
Who decides whether someone is a god or a devil?
These are just lines drawn by hypocrites, who decide justice in their own twisted ways.
The world has never been black and white, but we have been made to believe it is.
If we follow the rules written by some people who have been long dead, we are good, or that's what society says.
If we go against the rules, we are bad, labelled as criminals and villains.
Why is it so?
Why the discrimination!!
If someone does something that harms you, and you kill him to get revenge for it, you are labelled as a criminal.
People see you as some sort of monster who doesn't value human life.
But if a country goes against another in a war, thousands of soldiers are killed on either side.
So is this not against humanity?
Why are those soldiers treated as war heroes, while we who kill people to survive, to grow, are treated as criminals?
Just because you kill for the country, does it not count as a crime?
Am I against the soldiers killing others?
No!
If your country is under threat, you have every right to protect it.
In my line of business, I have to kill several humans numbering in the thousands so as to protect my business.
Is it wrong?
Shouldn't I have the right to protect something that I cherish!
That I value!
When I was an orphan, the world didn't help me!
The humans who gave birth to me abandoned me!
The orphanage kept me till I was around six years old, and then they couldn't waste their funds on a nobody like me!
So I was kicked out, with nowhere to go.
So if the world didn't help me when I wanted to survive, I will make the world suffer in order to survive.
What I am following is a basic rule of the jungle that has been carried out through the ages.
The survival of the strongest.
Today, I am strong.
And so whatever I do, I think, is a rightful act of self-protection.
Those were my thoughts as I stared at the camera in front of me.
Behind me lay the ashes of mortals who had come to serve me justice, to kill me.
So I did what every creature does.
Survive.
It just happens the other side had to perish in order for me to survive.
I think they were some elites of the world, or that is what I had heard.
At the end of the day, they just turned to ashes. I wonder whether their parents can even recognize their bodies.
Or what remains of them!
As to why I killed them in a blast— it was a mercy!
Mercy to these brave humans who dared to rise against me!
It was a mercy for their courage, however foolish it was!
If you call me a devil, then what makes you think I can be killed?
I don't believe in peace.
Peace is achieved through strength.
But can having strength really stop wars?
No.
Humans can't be stopped by strength alone. A deterrence is needed so they think a hundred times before attacking me again.
And that deterrence is— Fear.
I had to instill fear in these mortal creatures so as to stop them from committing more acts of such stupidity.
And I believe I have succeeded.
Now, even if these governments across the world think of launching another war against me— they can only think, not act.
Their soldiers wouldn't easily follow through with the orders.
Why?
Because the parents of these soldiers fear for their deaths. They wouldn't allow their children to go against me.
Or to go against Death.
The reporter kept blankly staring at me. Ignoring him, I moved towards the helicopter that had been waiting for me!
"That was some crazy shit you pulled there!!" a person near me spoke.
With grey hair and black eyes, he looked quite handsome, to say the least!
My second-in-command, Michael. An orphan like me who shared my ideals. All other core members of my organization are similar orphans who have nowhere to go.
No one to call family.
Except me.
Money isn't the only thing that can ensure loyalty. Having a similar mindset is.
With both these things, loyalty is grounded in their souls.
They will die if I tell them to, or kill if I say!
All of them think of me as some sort of family they never had, and that makes them more loyal.
"This won't be enough to stop the attacks against us, but it would be a great foundation for what we are about to do," I muttered while staring at the distant sky.
Michael nodded and got on the helicopter with me.
I was currently bored, so the only thing on my mind right now was to rest.
I closed my eyes as the helicopter flew towards the place where I mostly stay, or what they call Home.