Sarkota
"You know, I never understood what those royal asses saw in a throne. But, truth be told, it's pretty cool to look down on others. As if they were just a bunch of dirty, filthy pigs defiling my sacred ground."
"You think the same, don't you?"
My soldiers and I stared blankly at that man. Somehow he had managed to get past the guards and now was sitting on my throne, looking down on us exactly as he had said:
'We were just a bunch of filthy pigs defiling his divine presence.'
For an instant I inspected the situation better, the eyes of my low servants felt kinda unnatural and weird.
Those eyes…
They are the exact same they use to look at me.
The same reverence to be used to a King.
Knowing that everything starts to make sense, not only the eyes and posture of him, but why there's a silver plate at the side of the throne with the best and expensive food in the palace for him.
My food…
"It's good to see you again too. I hope it didn't hurt too much to have your head explode like a watermelon. Around here, we usually greet people that way." My emotions are not easy to handle right now.
I'm starting to hate this guy!
"Speaking of which, why don't you get down so I can greet you better this time?" My voice was empty and dull.
Only my murder intent told something in the blank silence.
My eyes narrowed at the bastard as I once again drew my sword.
My men did the same.
At least, my soldiers aren't crazy.
That divine ass just giggled with a chill posture.
"Do as you please. I'm not the one who's going to lose anything by being rude. But then again, what should I expect from a lesser little devil like you?" In his gaze and voice only disdain remained.
"A thousand apologies, it's all my fault for even considering such idiocy. Isn't it? What should I expect from a filth devil?" His gentle face and playful humor didn't match his words at all.
What kind of monster was this?
I need to confirm that to kill this motherfucker once and for all.
"Be clear, What you are and What do you want?" He stood still with bored curiosity
"What I am…" He laughed. For a moment, those half-open eyes flashed with a crimson blood red.
A sadistic smile appeared.
His eyes contorcing with some indescribable feeling.
All innocence and fun becoming corrupt.
"You don't need to know. You can't know. Knowledge is too precious to just throw to the pigs. And even so, that is not important."
"It's not me who wants something, it's you who wants it." He laughed as he picked up a glass of wine that was nearby on the silver plate and tasted it delicately and refinedly.
"I already have everything I want." His words slowly came out.
He looked like a winner, not a liar.
"Let's get serious now. You know what's going to happen, and you know that I have the power to change many things... in fact, if you don't know, I'll tell you now, I can explain the whole nature of the situation. After all, you wouldn't comprehend even in a thousand years." I nodded, allowing him to continue.
"This world was created based on your memories and desires, a completely perfect world created within your soul. And as such, the more you remember, the more you venture into it, the more real it is. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"So this world is a middle ground between an illusion and a real world," I pointed out, but he denied it, laughing at my face.
"This world is one hundred percent real, it's just under construction. It has its own temporal flow and its own spatial limits, if you don't know where to look, you'll think it's exactly like the real world."
"It's more like a simulation within the real world, a game than an illusion of the mind. Others can even come in here and see your world. No one could tell the difference between the real world and this one."
"This is the world of the soul, an inner world that everyone has, but no one knows how to use properly." He stopped talking and turned his focus back to the food on the silver plate.
"Of course, except for me."His expression turned into pleasure and satisfaction.
My desserts were being devoured by him.
Piece by piece.
With delicacy and refinement.
"This makes me want to visit India, maybe one day I'll go visit there." …
…
"Is that all? Aren't you going to make me a deal? It seems to me that this world is totally under my control."
"It is." He added without caring.
"Of course, you don't know how to control it. And that's the problem. At that moment, your memories would simply revive your traumas, or worse, they could destroy your soul from the inside out."
"Just because you endure the trauma once, that doesn't mean you can do that twice. Even more when this world is so fragile."
"Besides, nothing is forever. if I don't help you maintain it, it will crack soon enough."
"In short: You can be more than a king, you can be a god! But you don't know how, and I do."
"Soooo I gave you a trial period, now you can choose."
"Which do you prefer?"
"Die by your own stupidity or Live forever in happiness with my help?"
"Be on your own or make a deal with me?"
…
"And what's going to happen to the outside world? I'd be trapped here forever with your help,that much is clear. But I didn't choose to live in a world of illusions."
"That world might be a stinking pile of shit, but I still have unfinished business there. I hate it, but I haven't finished what I started."
"If this deal doesn't involve getting me out of here, then there's no reason for us to talk." He gave a quick, confident nod.
"Here's the fun part: you can't get out of here. Honestly, for a merchant, you're pretty naïve. Why the hell would I start a deal without holding the stronger hand?"
"You'll be trapped here for eternity if I so choose. The only difference is how long I'll let you rot, and whether you'll do it willingly or not."
"You're never getting out of here again."
"Not in life, not in death."I sigh.
Lighting flows through me.
That was enough.
I made my choice.
"Fool…" My army attacked him with me in the center.
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