Isaac Miller
Politicians were elected by the people to serve the interests of the people, they were people like us and enjoyed the same life as the rest of us.
So much so that this one had a beautiful, shiny mansion, with red carpeting, paintings by famous artists, a library with more books than the public library where I studied, and lots of gold.
I don't doubt that the toilet bowl is made of gold for their golden shit.
So many luxurious things, his people must be very rich thanks to him and they must have the same things at home...
"You don't even disguise your corruption, do you?" The old man led me down endless corridors with large rooms that could accommodate countless families and yet they were all empty.
"And why should we? Any idiot would know that we've been corrupt from the start." He laughed at the mention, people really were that foolish.
"And yet they said that between our corruption and my rival's corruption, they chose mine. They chose which was their favorite crook. That is what an election is." Anyway, I had to admit that many things were surprising about these people.
I never imagined they were so rich until I started my plans.
Every kind of legal oddity I had never considered came to light. It was genius at the same time as it was weird.
Many properties were not in the name of the real owner and remained out of sight of most people, and those who knew were paid to keep quiet.
Some of those people weren't even legally alive to facilitate some shady schemes.
And of course, many of them supported extremist and terrorist groups. As well as cinema and art.
Violence on the other side of the world drew attention to hide them. As well as a new superhero movie straight out of the oven.
And of course, they were members of demonic cults as always.
Many kidnappings were organized by them for this purpose, like my parents. From a peculiar point of view, I was being kidnapped at this very moment, perhaps I will also be used for this.
I've always been curious about this kind of madness and of course I tried to study it too.
Most of us would miss, when we didn't know anything, but I needed to remember to be sure of what I was doing at that time.
It made sense, after all, to punish these types of people.
"So, where are your little friends? Sharpening a knife for a barbecue?" My nose could smell fire in the distance, the heat of course coming with the smell of some burning plants,blood and meat.
"Something like that..." I sighed, and after a long walk we began to descend into a basement. It was dark and damp, flaming torches were positioned on the sides.
When I realized that it wasn't exactly a cellar, but more like a hidden cave, perhaps artificial. I don't remember having seen it before.
My feet began to ache from walking on the hard, icy stone. The cold air threatened to freeze me to death, only the flames could warm me but their heat was painful.
My torture had already begun there.
At the end of the staircase, there were a few people waiting, one on each side. Dressed in black robes, one with a dark wooden mask and the other a white one, they were well polished.
In the hands of the first was a torch burning with a flickering black flame and in the other a pure white flame.
I could also tell from the outline of the figures that the black masked was a man and the white masked was a woman.
In the silence we stared at each other, no one had anything to say.
There was a large hall with several smooth stone pillars, a few fabrics with flags and symbols could be seen around it, as well as a red and white carpet.
It extended to a large magic circle drawn in what I assumed was blood.
Many of them were wearing the same horrifyingly colored masks with a solemn aura. In the middle of them, one was burning herbs and then spreading the white smoke around.
"So that's him?" A guy in a red mask broke the pragmatic formation and approached with heavy steps. He looked young from his voice and arrogant posture.
The others agreed.
"You know what you have done?"Bored, I didn't answer.
"I asked something to you, you dumbass.Are you sleeping?" I yawned
At the same moment, his fist came down as hard as it could on my face, splattering my blood on the thin carpet.
"Did you wake up now?" Spitting out a broken tooth, which had been half loose from the start, I took a better look at him. He seemed to be just another high-status young man, one who hadn't had the misfortune of meeting me before.
"You punch like a baby" I giggled at his manly posture. "If you want, I can give you some tips.Even because I took down your friends with just these two hands."
Pulling me by the wrist, I soon reached the middle of the circle, and with a kick to the knee joints he knocked me down and put a knife to my neck.
It was time for the end, a Satanist ritual wasn't on the list of ways to die, but that happens sometimes.I can't predict everything.
"Last words?" Finally, I would soon meet them once again, soon. Or at least I hope for this. A little last hope…
"Yes, I'll wait for you in hell, I'll reserve the most fucked-up place for you and it'll be right next to me."
"I would be happy if that happened. But no, you are not going there."With one swift cut he slit my throat, leaving me choking on my own blood, it was surprisingly quick and accurate. I thought it would take longer to kill me.
But at the end, humans were just a bag of fragile flesh and bones.
Falling to the ground I could finally feel the cold embrace of death approaching, my thoughts began to slow down my body losing its senses until little by little only my hearing was left.
"You're not going to your little and soft hell, I've chosen a better place for you. One that will be a greater pain in the ass." The meaningless words no longer mattered to me. My pain is over, my suffering is over.
I've lived a proud life and been a respectable person.
Whatever is on the other side is what I will have from now on., if it's nothing it will be nothing, if it's everything it will be everything.
When everything stopped, however, a new wave of pain arose, a burning sensation that seemed to annihilate what was left of my body and then reached somewhere deeper into my flesh, destroying it completely.
My vision returns. I could momentarily see red tendrils consuming what was left of me, it seemed that my very soul was being consumed by them.
The numbness passed quickly, making me convulse as I gritted my teeth.
Until they broke, unable to withstand the pressure.
My fingers bending at unnatural angles.
My nails scratching the floor and being ripped out.
My spine twisting like a wretched beast
I wanted to scream, but I had no voice.
I wanted to cry, but I had no tears.
So much pressure exploding my eyes.
Leaving a bloody trail behind.
The pain I felt was unbearable, it was inconceivable through the five senses. Humans could not feel so much pain.
The end wasn't coming.
It was eternal.
After an infinite amount of time.
When there was nothing left to destroy.
I saw a river of mercury that traveled to infinity. I didn't know what else I was, stripped of everything, blood, flesh, bones and even my soul, I traveled for an immeasurable time.
I already was here for an immeasurable time.
On the river, many scenes passed, came and went, scenes of war, of love.
But not always human wars and love.
Many dazzling visions presented themselves in the infinite, many worlds different from my own. Many similar.
In some, people had wings and others had animal characteristics.
One day, I started to be pulled in a specific direction.
A long history, celestial and fallen angels fighting demons since ancient times, where peace had never been a clear option.
In this story, a young man with brown hair carried the power of a rebellious and powerful dragon, and despite his futile dreams and desires, he had a commendable determination.
Girls surrounded him in droves, pampering him and doing everything they could to get his attention. No man in the world could be luckier than him, not even me at my peak.
It must have been nice to be him.
But the river continued to flow, a more distant past showed itself...
I saw a man with red hair who carried with him the power of pure destruction. Despite having the power to bend everyone under his tyranny, he was calm and honest, using his power for the good of those he loved.
His love was so great that he loved even his enemies. And a very beautiful one.
Another story of a lucky man...
But where was I going, he soon changed, his calm, passive expression becoming more harsh and uncontrolled. The youthful impulses seemed to return little by little, the elegant beauty taking on a wild and impatient quality innate in the young.
While the world I knew was disintegrating, his seemed to be rebuilding.
The dead seemed to rise from their graves, with intelligence and strength on a par with the living.
I saw the beacon of destiny emerge from the waters of the infinite time, drawing me like an insect to the flames. With no choice I was pushed toward it.
"Was it…Another failure?" New voices began to whisper in my ears.
"We have failed once again, the Lord will not be happy.I guess it's better to say goodbye to our research funds." New visions filled the air, it was clear, very clear.
"Sir , wait!" New insights filled me too quickly leaving me bewildered, a sense of weakness grew rapidly.
"Looks like we have a reading, a new signature has presented itself." What the hell are they talking about? I don't understand.
"Are you sure? It's not just a sensor error?"
"I am sure,Sir! A faint but consistent signature."
"The experiment was a success!"