[22nd February 2010]
[3rd POV]
It was a cold winter night in the outskirts of New Delhi.There at the edge of the city sat a mansion, the likes of which would make even Antilla look like a tiny apartment complex.Filled to the brim with amenities with a private runway next door and security filling the region like ants.Things were peaceful....
There inside the main drawing room sat a man with a smg on his lap while eating vanilla ice cream,as if it was the most normal thing to do in the middle of the night.Suddenly gunshots could be heard all around with muffled sounds but the man half enveloped in darkness paid no heed to it.
The doors burst open and soldiers armed with rifles and rpgs filled in like a small tide.
"You are finally dead Pranav.Enough of playing god. Now die!"
The soldiers were about to pull the triggers when suddenly their head burst open .One by one they fell, blood spattered the entire area and the man on the sofa just kept eating.
[PRANAV'S POV]
'Hmmm...the ice cream isn't as good as the Italian one. I should change suppliers.'
Then I looked at the vermins on the ground most were dead corpses, rest had been apprehended by my guards hiding outside the room.I had intentionally let them enter my mansion,their plan was already known to ,e last month as their vice-captain was my underlying more like a slave as I had his entire family as collateral.
'Well..whatever.International tensions are rising and USA is threatening war against India. Quite the good opportunity to sell some of my weapon stocks'
This was me-Pranav-more commonly 'The Angel of Death',for obvious reasons.I was nothing more than an average guy ,an orphan to begin with but I always had a broad mindset.I studied hard not because I liked to but because that was the thing with the highest ROI when I was a kid.So I studied like the other rats in the ratrace and finally got into an IIT.Yeah dream for many but I craved more and there I met 3 other guys all and ambition but there was one thing common to all four of us .If it generated profit ,we will do it.
So yeah I was never meant to be an engineer so I went into buiseness only to sell weapons to terrorist organisation at night,at dawn give reports to the governments that terrorist has weapons and sell the same weapons to the governments at dusk and that's how I lived .Yeah I know not the cleanest way but hey life was never fair why should I be.
So yeah that's who I am and tonight the UN guys try to end me for real.I am quite smart by normal standards and with the amount of resources and information I have at my disposal I have just stopped planning and started acting on whims.i even tried to learn martial arts and sword skills but to be honest I am bored.
I sometimes wish I could just go into a fantasy world and be the OP MC and beat everyone to stand at the top.
Well,whatever....
*ring**ring*
I picked up ,u phone only to hear my second in command shout in a horrified voice
"Boss...hufff....they..are trying to nuke delhi to eliminate you.The entire world approved "
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I was in deep thought for a few seconds.Like seriously are those fuckers ready to wipe out a global superpower Just because they fear me and judging by the tone the nuke will be dropped on my house.
'Looks like this is the end but I should drag the rest of the world with me to hell'
"Hahahahah"
"Amay code Red kill all my subordinates and blast all our bases.Send the entire weapon stocks' to the terrorist.Let the world burn"
Click
Suddenly a deafening blast sounded and before I realized everything went dark.I just sat there contemplating what happened.My life flashed before my eyes and for the forest time in my life I thought maybe I should have lived quietly .I thought about the innocent citizens that died just because I was living in Delhi.
"I wonder whether there is an afterlife.whatever it is I'll just make one rule for myself I will not become pure evil like I did in this life .Not that I am going to be reincarnated or something.....Right?"