Destiny of Reign

The world had turned to chaos as many headless lifeless, grotesquely slaughtered corpses laid on the street, the sunset had turned into a signal of terror and dread. As if a horde of monsters had invaded the city and had left nothing but ash afterwards, New York had turned into a ghost city; not even birds were seen flying in the sky.

The reign of psychopaths had finally accomplished their first mission, and the king was delighted, however not satisfied with the results. If he wanted to rule the world he'd need stronger soldiers that could kill more massively, he thought to himself as he sat down in his room. As he stood up, his boredom led him to the decision of participating in the mission, after all, he wanted to test his new powers.

As he headed towards the hallway, his mind became blurry as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror with the corner of his eye; he was identical to his mother. Ignoring the matter, he made his way to the main room where Collem and Dante sat discussing attack techniques. As soon as they sensed the King's strong aura they stopped talking and bowed their heads before him.

"Your majesty," Collem spoke, "I see you have woken from your peaceful sleep, though with all due respect I remain doubtful to decide if you've had enough rest, you must collect as much energy as you can for the final mis-"

"Cerberus," Mathias interrupted him, "always so respectful, look how much you've grown.." He put his hand under Collem's chin and lifted him up in the air with great force. "I've had enough rest alright, just how weak do you think I am?" Mathias' voice deepened as he looked at his brother directly in the eyes with superiority.

"My apologies.." Collem struggled to breathe as he looked in fear to the side. He wondered how, despite his own lightweight, Mathias would have been able to pull him up with such strength, though his thoughts ceased as soon as he felt a sharp pain on his chin. Collem then figured out how incomparable the difference in strength was between the old Mathias, and the new one; he could take apart his head if he pleased.

"You speak when I tell you to speak, you eat when I tell you to eat, understood?" He closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of Collem's chin while dropping him to the floor. Though he had been so harsh from the start of his reign, his words did not represent what he really thought; he'd wanted to hug his brother and embrace him, a sign of weakness he'd forbidden himself from showing. "Keres." He called out, as he looked at his other brother who sat comfortably in silence.

"Yes, your majesty?" His soft voice broke in.

"I've been informed the enemy is preparing against us, why have I not heard anything from you?" Mathias asked almost offended as he had told Dante to inform him of everything that happens on the battlefield as a form of trust; hence his powers allowed him to know regardless.

"It's already being taken care of, sir. I had no intention to disturb your peace of mind." He spoke almost beautifully, as he looked at the king with admiration, he forged his loyalty towards him by bowing down to the ground. "I will accept any kind of punishment from you, as I've failed to carry out my duty of messenger."

Mathias smiled and motioned for him to stand up. "Learn from your brother, Collem. You two are twins though very different from each other, you've got great combat skills, and Dante's got intelligence, and a beautiful way of manipulation, however, he's got my entire contemplation. See, I do not intend for there to be inferiority or superiority. I wish for this to be a reign of psychopathy, all on the same level, it is not I who I'm scared of dying, but the cause, and it is only us, who can conduct it. My orders are the priority, though yours should be to be strong enough to surpass them, and we shall now by the delicacy of our souls, that this battle is ours."

Mathias left as he had no reasons for hearing their responses; he had said what he needed to say. Without notice, he stepped out of the hotel and headed towards the dark night that awaited him in the city. Closing his eyes, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his right pocket, and rested a cigarette on his lip, as he lighted it with his other hand. He pursed his lips as he inhaled and felt the smoke rush to his lungs, exhaling right after he felt his head was about to explode. As he opened his eyes again, he caught himself at the top of a building, the city burned in flames beneath him. The silence was filled with screams and metal clashing, and as he inhaled again, he was able to smell the blood in the air.

He thought to himself that the view that he was admiring right now was a reflection of himself as if he'd been able to visualize what he was destined to be all this time as if he'd finally reached the void of despair and madness. Regardless of the pain that rested in his nonexistent heart, he accepted his fate and agreed to lead the end of the world. With this thought, he jumped out of the building and enjoyed the rush of inevitable death as he recognized that he, himself, had already died the day he was born.