Chess
by Perdendosi Muse-ing
Rating: PG-13/T
Main Character: Millennium Earl
Summary: -Millennium Earl- Desolate times for desolate children.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but it'd be nice if Hoshino Katsura gave me some money!
Author Notes: Not much. I'm just addicted to D. Gray Man. Yeah. I just wanted to write something different for a change, one that came from the antagonist's side. So, it's the Millennium Earl.
They were just a bunch of useless pawns in a game of chess, in the end. It was just so obvious that they would fail, but they would just flail around until they just lost. Then they just wouldn't admit the fact that they had just lost.
They were, in the end, another just bunch of illogical, emotional creatures.
Unlike him, who had lived on for centuries, they (those vile, treacherous humans) wouldn't know exactly how sickening their lives really were. They would just never, ever find out how corruptive they were. They would just live their own fantasies, their own stupid, idiotic dreams.
But those idiotic, almost ethereal-like dreams of theirs would never, ever come true.
(They would live with mixed and sprayed tears and black, bleeding hearts.)
They would beg him to bring back the dead, and he would happily oblige (into making another one of his precious, beautiful creations).
Humans are never content with what they already have, as selfish as they are.
They are never, ever content. And such is the curse of being human.
(A tragic end of a tragic play.)
He wasn't going to be one of such a pitiful, pitiful race. He wasn't one that enjoyed having that much emotions, since one just knows that you can't bring back the ones that have crossed the river.
But those humans just never, ever learned.
Nobody can bring back the dead.
Nobody, even the God that brought down those damned exorcists, could bring the dead back. But it's okay, really. They're just pawns in another game of chess. They were just another group of sacrifices for the better of the world.
(Those humans lay pitifully in their self-dug graves.)
All humans die.
All living things die.
(They perish into nothing, into nothing. They never come back, dear.)
But what about him?
Was he not alive anymore?
Was he a forsaken, cursed creature?
Was he not even that cursed race, a human, anymore?
Yes. He was forsaken.
(Desolate times for desolate children.)
He was far too into his plan for conquering the world. It was too late to turn back, too late to return.
He had to win.
He had to conquer the world.
He had to exterminate the humans from this world.
And now, it wasn't a choice. It was the most important thing that he had ever chosen to do.
And then, he remembered.
("I'm going to conquer the world," he whispered to himself with that eerie smile on his face, "and I'm going to kill all those despicable humans in the end.")
He was going to win that war with those exorcists and those finders and those scientists and generals. He would happily oblige in killing all those idiotic people.
And he was going to love having a frightening reputation.
He was going to conquer the world and extinguish those disgusting humans, be it easy or hard. That was the way it was supposed to go. That was they way everything was supposed to be.
That was the way the world was supposed to go.
Everybody has a dream of their own.
And his, as frightening the prospect may be, was conquering the world.
("My precious Akuma," he whispered to himself, into nothingness, into darkness.)Closing Notes: I've taken an interest to the Millennium Earl. I like him (not his creations, but just the person in general). I like dark, strange people! (Maybe that's why I just like those evil people whenever I watch anime. Ughh... Anyways, I hoped you liked it, yeah?