A god? Liam mumbled confused. "Is that what you call it? Over here they call it diagnosed schizophrenia.. That's exactly why I'm in this predicament you see.
Well—
"Is it true, Mr. N," Liam cuts him off
"Does your god have the ability to kill my mother, to free me from my shackles?"
Mr. N, taken aback, closes the door behind him, locking himself in the cage with the beast taking a deep breath. 'He knows who I am?'
"I cannot promise my plan will work," Mr. N replies.
As determination flashes in his eyes he tugs on his red tie "But I will die trying no matter the cost"
Liam's eyes darken, the flicker of hope fading into nothingness.
Liam:"Sounds like you're manipulating me."
"Monsters like her should not exist in our world," Mr. N interjects, voice unwavering tapping Liam on his chest, his pectorals as hard as stone.
Liam mocks internally. 'What a joke'
Mr. N confidently states "And as the future president of the United States, And future monarch of this world. I have an overwhelming sense of duty to remove such evil from our society."
Liam argues "But she birthed me, you know that, right? Are you saying that I'm monster too?"
Mr. N does not answer. No he cannot answer. To the outside world there are nothing but monsters on these islands. Human experiments, rapists, traffickers, tricksters and devil worshippers. The worst of the worst were sent to die here. Mr.N was hoping it would be different but after setting foot on this island for only 3 days he had seen far more than just that.
Liam: "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? God can't save you from her terror, Mr. N. I hope that's not your answer."
Mr.N: "I believe that God granted us the power to save ourselves from ourselves. We must take pride in that."
Liam laughs. A hollow sound.
"So that's why you are here? To save me…. from me? How noble."
The chains rattled again — not loud, but deliberate. Like a whisper threatening to become something far more dangerous.
Mr. N did not flinch, He let out a slow breath and eased himself onto the cold floor beside the man. Simply saying while staring at the ceiling windows with Liam.
"Im going to save you"
Slowly Liam's eyes widened going through multiple emotions as his eyes flickered. It was powerful. This man was indeed special, he could feel it but he didn't want to.
'I don't want to feel this. I can't afford to.'
Liam bit his teeth "Save me?"
A feeling of discomfort washed over him. Save me or use me? You think I'm worth saving? After everything I've become?, oh he doesn't know what happened to me or what she's done to me.
He wants to scream. Contempt and self-pity swell within him, but he keeps his mouth shut.
He was raised to believe that a man's emotions mattered less than those of a common housecat.
Sadness was a weakness. Grief was ugly.
The most unattractive trait a man can have is being sad.
Liam whispered "Can you please leave. If you're ambitious, if you have something to live for, don't let me take that away from you."
"Listen, Liam," Mr. N chose his next words wisely, he knew it. Liam's chains weren't holding him in that cage. He was."
However despite the rumors of Liam being this "Dragon of Death" capable of destroying entire nations in a single night. A human weapon of mass destruction, a natural disaster.
In reality he was just a man, just like him, and that didn't disappoint him...
Mr. N wasn't surprised. He wasn't shocked.
He sympathized.
Humanity, in its tragedy, was beautiful.
Mr. N spoke, His voice was steady but low, like he was afraid the walls might be listening ."I know your mother… and I know what she's capable of. She controls the largest human trafficking network on the planet. Capturing. Abusing. Sacrificing men, women, children — anyone she deems 'useful' to the cause."
His eyes narrowed.
"And the more she sacrifices… the stronger she becomes. She feeds off darkness. Off pain. That energy—" he paused, choosing his words carefully, "—it's not human anymore. It's something far colder. Deeper."
He shifted forward slightly, his voice tightening.
"It's Lucifer like."
Lilith Lovecraft Was Pure Evil
Silence….
He continued " I'm a politician, I know who she supplies. I can stop her and expose her for good. But I will need your help."
Liam's expression twists into a shadow of disdain, his features darkening with quiet contempt.
"So you knew? A quiet sadness washed over him. Mr. N's determination is slightly crumbling.
Liam: "You knew what she's been doing for over 20 years, and now you decide to act?"
Mr.N tries to elaborate "I was a boy 20 years ago, Liam. There was nothing I could have done. I am sorry on behalf of the Unit—"
Liam cuts him off.
"Is that it?" Liam's voice shook. "Is that what you see when you look at me?"
"A broken boy in a man's body. A monster with human emotions. A victim of my own flesh and blood."Tortured for years? Violated, leaving me powerless to resist their degeneracy."
Mr. N's eyes grow wide in shock, Liam continues.
"And now you decide to help? There are thousands of children out there just like me being trafficked as we speak. It's too late for us. My brain is already broken. "Do you know what it feels like... to know I'll never be normal again?"
Mr. N tried not to break.
He tried to breathe through it.
But as he looked at him—chained, trembling, barely holding himself upright—he saw no prophecy. No weapon. No war-bound creature of fate. Looking past his muscles and stature.
This wasn't a dragon.
This wasn't a monster destined to wage war. To help him become the "Monarch".
He was just a boy.
A boy carved open by hands that were supposed to protect him. A boy made into something else, twisted, feared, forgotten. And in that moment, all the missions, all the directives, all the talk of sacrifice and salvation... it all felt so goddamn small.
And for the first time… he wasn't lying.
The words weren't part of a script or a manipulation. Mr. N came here simply to add a powerful fighter to his army to start a revolution. But his goals changed.
He felt that he finally felt human; he felt — raw and unfiltered.
The actual, undeniable need to save this person.
Not for the world.
Not for the war.
But for him.
For the boy who had been left behind.
The chains rattled as Liam's muscles flexe, the air grew heavier. As Mr. N started to feel visions of death creeping up his leg. He simply came clean.
"It can't be cured… I can't cure you, I can't fix you."
However my heart and actions are utterly unclouded. As he reaches into his back pocket he uses the key to get rid of Liam's chains putting himself in danger showing his conviction.
"I can't cure you Liam, Because you're not to be cured. You're not a lost cause, no one is, believing that is the first step to overcoming it. You won't be a victim of your circumstances forever. You can be free and live.Your not a monster- "
Liam pleads, unable to cry, you hear it in his voice.
"Then what am I? Tell me, what am I? God knows I've been searching for years-
Mr. N met his gaze with unwavering resolve, his voice firm as he replied—
"Join me, and I will turn you into a hero. We will fix this accursed world."
"That, I promise."