David_Tieku

Other men, lesser men, measure power in terms of money or political influence or sexual conquests. But I have seen what true power is, and it is not found in checkbooks, voting booths, or bedrooms. No, true power is the power of life and death.

Every time I end a life, I end a universe. Yes, a whole universe. The private cosmos that had been their world. The earth, sun, and stars, human history, culture, and art....all of it had existed, for them, only in their mind. Now they're dead, and, for them, those things exist no more.

That is the secret I have learned. To wield power, ultimate power—the power to erase existence, void reality, blot out stars and galaxies with one stroke—it is not necessary to bring on Armageddon. It is necessary only to take a life.

The God of the Old Testament is said to have created the world in six days. But I can wipe out a world in less than a minute, and I can do it whenever I please. Who, then, is the more powerful? Who is the greater god? The creator of one world—or the destroyer of many?
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Angel of Death

The alarm clock shrilled, dragging Go Ara out of sleep.

Numb fingers groped for the alarm. Found it. Switched it off. She didn't lift her head from the pillow. She couldn't get up today. Too tired. Groggily she pulled her mind into focus, trying to figure out why she was so sleepy, so utterly exhausted. Something had kept her up late last night, much too late. But what?

"Cha Sooyeon," she mumbled, remembering. "Right."

Go Ara stared at the ceiling, lost in the dreamy twilight of half-sleep, thinking of Cha Sooyeon.

Last night, at quarter to eleven, Cha Sooyeon had cranked up the volume on her stereo to fill the night with the tuneful strains of O.O.O and to contemplate the band's mellow reflections on life. Since Go Ara's apartment was directly above Cha Sooyeon's, she was able to savor every subtle nuance of the racket, which continued until well after midnight. On a Monday night, when people had to get up for work the next morning.

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