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

With the flat of his hand, he wiped a long strip of grime from Mapo's chest. The same dirt that had protected his face from incineration should have protected the front portions of his clothes, as well. But his uniform was gone. Only a soiled undershirt remained.

Then Kim Hyeok's radio was in his hand, his finger pressing the call button.

"Eight Willieom Twenty. I need to have Eight Lingkeon Ninety meet me on a Tac frequency."

He waited, heart pounding, while the female dispatcher selected an available frequency and contacted 8L90, the watch commander at the station.

"Eight Lingkeon Ninety"—the dispatcher's voice crackled over the handset's speaker—"meet Eight Willieom  Twenty on Tac six."

Kim Hyeok switched the handset to Tac 6 and keyed the mike. "Eight Willieom Twenty to Eight L Ninety."

"Eight L Ninety, go," came the gravelly voice of Lieutenant Naeteu Keocheu.

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