Mine is not a new story (everybody dies, there isn't anything you can do about it)

Grand tales filled with horror and despair, packed with chaos and ruined lives, all caused by a conduit with eerie, red colored eyes with an abhorrent golden ring around the pupils and electricity running through his veins. He makes his way through countries, leaving nothing but death and wreckage behind, making friends, but foremost enemies along the way. Now the beast is in Seattle and someone isn't all too happy about it. Throw in ghosts from the past, new all around people and a stubborn brother and you got yourself a story.

Prologue
Cole's eyes were a eerie, red color with an abhorrent golden ring around the pupils and they didn't really resemble eyes any longer. It were fiery pits of nothingness that he called eyes. That was all they were, nothing less and nothing more and where you once could look into the soul of a vivid young man were now secrets and plans of madness that raised to the surface. Although the eyes were said to be windows to the soul and they were, you couldn't believe that the insanity you saw in them was what his soul was made of now.

How could such a drastic change happen so quick, you may wonder and it's quite a interesting but horrifying story actually. One to be told to children that didn't listen to their parents and needed to learn obedience, because that was all it was: a nightmare.

Pure nightmare material, stories and grand tales of how cities burned down, people fell to the ground to die and how one man could change the situation, turn it upside down for the better or the worse.

You may have guessed it already, but to wipe away any doubt you might have left in that mind of yours, I will indeed confirm that this is our mate Cole. The one that could change all, the only one that possessed the powers to be able to, the man that was always jokingly called the 'chosen one' by his best friend.

It was not a joke anymore, people died by Cole's hand, some bad and some good, in the end it didn't matter, did it? People blurred together and so did his motive: for the better good. All for the better good, but how more time he spent to reach that goal how farther away it seemed to get. He was unable to reach and accomplish the end goal that was set for him.

So he took the easy way out and can you actually look at him and blame the man for it? He was still working for the greater good, even better than the goal he'd set for himself before. This was better, this could happen, this was relevant. And when he looks back on it, he laughs because how could he be so stupid that he actually thought that saving humanity was an option? Cole would shake his head, bring his ever trusty amp down on a rotting human body, or sometimes an alive one and laugh full out.

The greater good was what brought him to the most North-West of the United States these days, seven years after the blast and the choice he had made. Strutting through the old Seattle streets and using his new gained powers to reveal those that could stay and those who needed to go. The humans were living, breathing and moving targets, their whole bodies glowing when he looked at them, a nice, lovely pink that stood out against the rest. The conduits (or potential ones) however, his people, his kind, wouldn't have that surreal glow to them and no targets were painted on their backs.

You may wonder why was he still in America, the states even? Hadn't he gotten enough great powers from John to have conquered the world by now? In theory yes, but with the influence of the reality and feelings he still had, it was different. With the rebellious and still new conduits it took awhile before he could move on to the next city and leave the previous one in the hands of a trusted follower of his. But maybe the more important, read: real, reason was that he wanted to keep his home country intact for the longest, wanted to keep it for the last.

Save the best for the last. It had been his country after all, his home was Empire city and that was located, even though it was destroyed, in the United States and all those he knew and knows, really knew, lived there. He would never tell you that however, no. He would tell you it was just to save his revenge, let it built and then to be released, like the caged animal it was, or so he claimed, then the conduit would laugh. Cole would shake his head, bring his ever trusty amp down on a rotting human body, or sometimes an alive one and laugh full out.

So here he was, making his way down the main road that led to the barriers that separated Seattle from the other infected cities. He was actually taking over the city, read: trying, at the moment. However it was proven difficult, they had armed man here, a so called service to protect and it reminded him of the militia back in New Marais. They called themselves the 'DUP' and Cole hadn't stuck around long enough to know what it stood for. All he knew was that they were some rotten bastards that were making his plans difficult. Unnecessary difficult and it brought the beast, that rested peacefully inside him, out of him and his eyes glowed a eerie red with a abhorrent golden ring around the pupils.

They couldn't stop him, he was the beast, he was the only hope to keep the earth populated. He was practically god with the devastating powers he possessed. Along with the army he created, conduits for all over the world, he was unstoppable. He was a force to be kept in mind and this 'DUP' just didn't know it yet, but soon enough it was going to be clear.

They had guns, he observed, red eyes narrowing and scanning the area, but they had powers. Which counted for much better protection, that was for sure. He wiped out his rusty amp and held it up, blood red electricity surged through it and he grinned. A wolfish grin that looked perfectly at place where it was plastered on his lips. Even when he could use so many other powers by now, electricity was still the one he preferred, felt the best with. It was extremely deathly, even more so than back in the day.

One of the imbeciles shot at him with an assault rifle, thinking it could hurt him. It merely scraped his arm, but with one look the skin began to knit itself back together and not even a scar was there to prove it had hit at all. He cracked his knuckles and ran at the man.

The terrified man, who looked at him with big eyes full of questions, while shooting his gun rapidly at the powerful conduit. It didn't help and Cole shot a lethal lightning bolt with precision at his shoulder. A loud cry was heard and the member of the DUP clawed at his shoulder, or what was left of it. The skin was burned away, flesh melted and blood covering every inch of the bone that stuck out, it was a disgusting sight and already hurts when you looked at it. Just looking, let's stand when you were actually experience the immense pain that rippled through the man's body. If there was a hell, the man thought, it had to be alike to the pain he felt in that moment. Because to him Cole wasn't God, Cole was Satan, the Devil, the Morningstar, Lucifer himself. Cole would never be his savior, but maybe, just maybe, he'd be his reliever.

Cole came to a halt a few meters in front of the man and lifted his amp above his head. With a horrifying grin he let the electricity loaded weapon come down on the other shoulder. Another cry filled the air and this shoulder was in an even worse state. Not only was the flesh and skin gone, burned away, but so was half of the bone. The flesh of his under arm laid disconnected from his shoulder on the pavement, blood was seeping out of the fatal wounds. The man cried out, begging and praying to a God who wasn't going to stop Cole or help him. The man, he realized that and his cries died out with a whimper and he just laid there. He just laid there next to his lone arm, dying and already cooling.

And his reliever he was.

Cole laughed and bowed down, while other conduits fought the idiots that thought they could handle them, handle him. He blew the man a kiss, mocking the as good as dead man and he wondered out loud if heaven and hell existed. Then with a simple salute, hand above his head and moved with a twist once, the self crowned God turned and walked away.

That's how he left the poor human, bleeding out with severe pain on the street, left to die. And the funny thing was Cole couldn't care one bit. Couldn't care one tiny bit if heaven and hell existed, if there was something up in the sky, anything at all, because Cole, Cole was going to bring the paradise to earth himself.