Chapitre 1: Family Fortune
KRAAACK. The tree trembled as the axe dug deep into its intestines. Again and again the young man struck. Finally the tree burst under the weight of the branches and went down beside him. Panting, the man watches the work of his destruction. Splintering moaning wood, flying birds, splinters of wood flying through the air like projectiles, the loud impact of the crown of the tree on the ground and finally the peace returning.
There, where just another tree rose into the sky and blocked the view to the heavens, now light broke through the dense branches. Light that would bring new life to the forest. Light that now caressed the young offspring on the ground and offered them the possibility of growth and prosperity.
But the young man didn't see that beauty. His eyes were consumed by hate. Unbridled rage blazed in him. With contempt and disgust, his gaze fell on the many small cuts on his arms that the small splinters of wood had caused. He finally looked down contemptuously at his hands, which trembled because of his effort. He reached for the axe that had slipped out of his hands at his last blow. Then he turned away in search of a new victim, another tree that might provide some relief for his pent-up rage. With determined steps he stomped deeper into the forest.
He felt HATE, ANGER, DISDAIN and LOATHING.
He felt HATE for an unjust world, in which his ancestry accompanied him like a curse: As the son of a real estate mogul and member of an old, very wealthy family dynasty, he was actually given a bright future in his cradle. If it weren't for the fact that his father, despite having several legitimate offsprings, always shared the bed with young, attractive virgin women. After an unwanted and complicated pregnancy, his mother finally died in hospital. It was only after his grandfather had spoken his mind that his father finally reluctantly confessed his paternity and accepted him into the family.
He felt RAGE and DISDAIN for his family:
There was the rage at his father, who treated him like air and in whose world he did not exist. What blame did he bear that his father changed his lovers like underwear and didn't give a damn about contraception in the slightest, and in the process put one after another bastard into the world?
There was the ANGER and DISDAIN for his dead mother. She had approached his married father as a young thing, seduced him and let him impregnate her. What a slut. Probably she had hoped that his father would leave his wife and children for her. A naive dreamer. Instead, it was one night together. First she lost her innocence, then her belief in her future together and finally her life on the birth table. She remained naïve until the end of her life, hoping for a last moment near him. Probably his father had already distributed his seeds to dozens of other women by this time. A despicable creature until the bitter end.
There was the ANGER and DISDAIN for his stepmother, who hated him from the bottom of her heart. Through his mere existence she was reminded again and again that her husband, to whom she had praised eternal faithfulness before God, was cheating on her every day. There was the time when she herself was young, attractive and beautiful - but too much she had drawn on the four pregnancies and the curse of aging. His money, influence and charm attracted countless women. His stepmother was still proud, but hurt in her honor - and the abortion in her house reminded her every day about her personal failure. And of her husband, who continued to sleep in strange beds to deflower young girls.
There was the ANGER and DISDAIN for his stepbrothers and step-sisters who regarded him as a personal insult. To them he was a monster that would one day claim part of their inheritance. Among all the bastards of his father, he was the only one who had been recognized as such in the family. They also hated him for his success at school. While they worked hard and tutors made their lives hell in their spare time, he wrote the good grades without additional help. They could not cope with the fact that he was better, smarter and smarter than them. They dominated the rankings only because of their father's influence. He was also spared musical education, dancing and etiquette lessons. There were enough reasons to hate him and show him their contempt.
And then there was the RAGE and DISDAIN for his grandparents, who had only taken him into their family to avoid a scandal. He knew them only from the stories of his relatives.
What a disgusting bunch.
He felt DISDAIN for all the saliva eaters and hypocrites in his life:
The employees of his family, who struggled for the favor of his stepmother and siblings by treating him degradingly again and again.
His classmates who only too gladly exposed and insulted him, jealous as they were of him. Jealous of his family's success and his good grades. He had no friends worthy of the name.
And then, finally, there were all the teachers who repeatedly questioned his performance and accused him of deception and cheating. They remained assertions because they could never prove anything against him. He was haunted by stories that his notes had all been bought from his father so as not to defile the family honour. It was said that his father's employees had been seen bringing suitcases of money to school. Despite all his efforts, the rumors persisted.
He would love to slowly torture them all to death. Sometimes, or better said, often he dreamt of it. He imagined how he would slowly gut them bit by bit and then feed them to pigs. Their screams and their begging for mercy and forgiveness would be the pleasant background music of his trade.
But then what? A life on the run and finally behind bars until the end of his life? Maybe only interrupted by the rope? - No, he didn't want to end up like that. He did not want to do this favor to his tormentors. He would enjoy his life and annoy his family by his mere existence until the end of their lives. That's why he was here in this goddamn forest, far away from civilization, smashing trees instead of peoples heads.
Aaron looked up purposefully and took aim at the next tree.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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