Kapitel 2: The Wicked
A city is being built. It had been building with great efficiency and workforce. But there was something off about it. The workers were not smiling... None of them. They were all exhausted,hungry and sleepy. But they hadn't got a rest for days...weeks...months? All of the people men, women, child, old and young were in the state of their skin and their bones sticking and merging together.
A child fell to the ground from all the exhaustion. But what came next was not a hand of a helper.
CRACK!
"Get back to work, kid! The lord wouldn't be looking satisfied with your worthless attitude!"
A whip brandished from the large and strong looking man had descended on the back of rhe child. The child, feared that he would receive another whiplash, quickly got up and continued his business. But the whipping had not stopped. Even after standing up and tried to carry the load, the man kept hitting the boy's back repeatedly.
"His majesty wants us to beat up the slaves for further motivation! You better not be slowing down your usual rate!"
The blood gushed from the child's malnourished back like a fountain and eventually, that child died from the loss of his remaining scarced blood.
Observing the situation from distance, the overseer of the construction site hurried to the lord's resting spot and reported to him, bowing all his body on the carpet,with the said lord's name...
"Lord Christoph, the great and almighty god emperor his majesty of countless sacred lands, I hereby declared you that the amount of slave population has been decreased by 70 percent. I would like you to suggest we need more workers than last month."
"Now, listen up my lowlife servant. Do you really think these bottom vermins need any support at all."
"No, you ...your majesty, the great god emperor of thousand sacred lands, Lord Christoph... Not at all... I was ... I was merely giving an advice as humble and lowly servant."
He said as he was trembling with fear of losing his head like 500 other previous people like him.
"Those people... those animals are not suppose to be in the same category of grand and powerful race like me. I cannot tolerate this amount of disrespect they were giving me by simply existing. Everytime they got in my dream, I have to get up and puke many nights. So... so disgusting! But, I'm a very kind and considerate king of kings. That is why I'm doing what other lords wouldn't. I feed them with dirts and cow manures evey morning for them to keep refreshing. And then what happened?
Those ungrateful piece of works called "Human right activists", who were leeching on my land and defying me as if I'm not good enough. So as a merciful god king, I gave them a relief of death by skinning them alive and leave those half-dead bodies hanging upside down naked in front of everyone in the empire to see. But then what happened next? Those who were supposed to look at the magnificent display of my fine artworks, visibly frowned straight up right in front of me.
How dare they! I asked my lowly servants to take their infants away and have those tiny little wretches meet the same fate as those... what were they called again... Blasphemers or something?.. Anyway, I did all of that to let them know the same pain I have been through when they looked at me wrong. It was horrible... horrible. Probably the worst day of my life. I am not done with just that. They need... they need to know who their worship figure is. I showed my grand power by slaughtering these vermins like pigs. I have cleansed half of this empire from these filths of demons.
And today, for the remaining half of population, I got a little bit bored and forced them to this eternal labor. I wanted them to build a city a thousand time bigger than a thousand lands I own."
"Bu... but... what about the cost ...your majesty, god emperor of thousand sacred lands?"
"Ahh... No need to worry. I let my men take care of this matter. By raiding nearby kindoms of course. I'm the strongest god king emperor of this world. I can do whatever I want! But raiding and pillaging the rich kingdoms is not quite my cup of tea. I prefer the destruction and pain of poorer ones. Seeing those dirty dogs crawling in the muds dying is an entertainment. I wish to reduce poverty in the future to increase my appetite."
"Have...have you...ev... ever feared of po...potential assassination attempt my king, my emperor, my god?"
"Not quite. For all the things I did, they rhink of me as a devil. They do not see of me as their god savior. They wouldn't dare to fight the devil head on, do they? Although I prefer being feared as something more grand... But I can tolerate that. I am a very humble god of gods."
From the word of Christoph the ruler, the construction overseer not only trembling from all parts of body, sweats were falling down from every part of his skins while also breathing heavier than someone that lack oxygen.
"Th...the...then...I...I'll take...m...my leaves...You... your majesty, the all mighty god... of the world..."
Before the man started to get up... He was then halted by Christoph the emperor.
"Hold on! Are those... sweats on my carpets you filthy rat!"
Christoph said as his face as mad as volcano ready to erupt.
"I...uh...No...uh...Oh shit!"
The overseer was suddenly surrounded by five giant men holding rusty cleavers in their hand.
"You are no different from those useless good for nothings pieces of trashes who called themselves professionals. The best way to take care of creatures like you would not be by death. That's too damn merciful. I should skin you like those heretics and left you alive for days. Thinking about that is just making me so joyful like a little kid."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Looking at his servant being chopped apart like scaling a fish, Christoph rhought of his own mistake.
"Hmmm... I should have moved him somewhere else before letting other to peel his skin. Now my carpet is even more dirtier. Damn you lowlifes. How dare you not remind me that!"
After sending the servant to the prison room, Christoph then executed the five big men for his disatisfaction. He then execute his execurioners due to him believing the curse of wet carpet is infectious. He then executed the rest of the remaining workers as well. Then all civilians. Soon he was the only one that is left on the unholy ground of blood and fire. He relaxed and watched the sunset as knowing tomorrow, no one would be waking up in this empire to watch the sunrise.
The End
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