Gozaburo and Maik lay in bed next to each other. Their faces shimmer with moisture after their workout. Malik rests his head on Gozaburo's chest.
"I'm surprised that you're not dead after that fuck, old man." Malik blurts as he listens to the president's heartbeat slow. He pulls away from Gozaburo to suck on a cigarette.
"Despite my old age, I have led a healthy life." Gozaburo lets out as he catches his breath.
"Healthy life? Don't make me laugh."
Gozaburo gets out of bed and walks over to his spacious closet. He pulls a red, satin robe with the initials "GK" on the left chest. The old man puts it on then walks over to the nightstand and pulls out a cigar from his supply and places it in his mouth. He searches for a lighter but no sign of it. Before Gozaburo can open his mouth to ask, Malik pulls out his zippo and lights the old man's cigar. The zippo has no design on it, just tiny red stains.
"An inch closer to death." Malik comments with a wide smirk. "Not surprising from the man who sells death."
Gozaburo walks toward his window and looks outside. "I don't sell death."
Malik can no longer contain his laughter. "You don't sell death? You sell weapons of mass destruction. The only difference is that you aren't pushing any buttons."
"What my buyers do with their toys is up to them. I must correct you. I sell power. I give men the ability to back up their words. Fear is an incredible asset in gaining control of the masses. He controls fear is truly powerful, nothing less than a king."
"You must be the devil." Malik hangs off the bed.
"No. I create fear and I give men power. I'm God."
The spikey-haired youth falls off the bed in response. He stands behind the old man and wraps his arms around him. "I once believed that you were as evil as me, but I was wrong you are far more rotten than I. In this random, world you need to be able to kill off those who would blaspheme against you, "God"."
"That's why you're my shinigami."
"What makes you so sure that you can trust the likes of me? They say shinigami can bring death to even gods."
"I trust no one, not even my own son. But something tells me that I can gamble on you."
"A guy like me can't control himself, but I must say that I would love to help you walk atop a sea of blood 'til you become this God." Malik moves in front of the president's gaze. He sees no end to the depths of hell in those eyes, but never has Malik felt more at home.
