He sat at the back of ISS(Imperial Spaceship) model 4 the one of many that he owned, with dangerous-looking men all about, drinking booze and doing drugs that they found in some ships that they recently raided. Providing them with newfound wealth that his men were squandering on gambles and whores, while his men were partying like there was no tomorrow, he was seated by himself with feet on the only other space available for sitting.

With his head rested on the back of the chair, his long red hair that reached his shoulders, moved with the cool air that blowing true the vents making the smell of liquor and sex more potent as the time when on. Leaning his head to the side, then placed his right on the armrest to make his face rest on the appendage.

With his head in his arm, though the half of his face was shrouded by his hand, you could see the handsome face of the youth, with an average size nose(for his species) and a pointed chin, and Grayish skin, a dark shade under his eyes that could have been formed over time as the years when on.

Although he seemed to be dozing off, he was relatively attentive, the moment you drop your guard is the instant you could Lose your life, or if you are lucky enough, a few credits and your belongings which will ultimately cost your freedom, and chances are you would mostly be sold as a slave on some mining world, in some backwater system and labor to death, and that is only if your luck exceeds common sense.

This Universe was cruel and unforgiving, intolerant about your wants and needs, condemning those who were weak, to cruel and at times even worse fates, making slaves that dance in the palm of its hands, uncaring for any injustice committed to any being that occupy it, in the most brutal of ways.

Men and women, die by the trillions every day and giving rise to trillions more to suffer in the neverending cycle. Giving rise to injustice and madness, catalyzing to cause pain and suffering from those more afflicted by it. Making murderers, out of children, starving, and homeless just serve as motivation for stealing and mayhem.

Driving the sane to insanity, just to make it easier to deal with this cold and heartless universe even if it was just slightly. Because of this, psychopaths and sociopaths profit by destroying lives and corrupting minds to their twisted objectives.

"Lord koln, we've been informed that your presence is required at the council, and they request that you be prompt and presentable at the meeting at sundown. And stated that you must arrive alone."

Opening his eyes to who interrupted his thoughts, only to find that it was a pinkish alien with tentacles hanging from his head. This means that he was one of the navigators, under his employ. Which made him one of his vast array of slaves, forced to operate this ship less his whole race be exterminated.

"Tell them I will be there within the hour."

Sighing, he closed his eyes once more, reminisced on the simpler time, when he didn't have to attend meetings that would stretch on hours, buying and selling stolen goods, enslaving entire worlds for profit, killing trillions for the satisfaction of a God that couldn't get over his infatuation of himself to notice the death and devastation caused by his arrogance.

Trampling over trillions and obliterating trillions more, all because of his power that he said that was a divine right, that it was his obligation to rule, that the weight of mortal sin was his burden, to carry. Preaching about mercy, humility, tranquility, and freedom when he gave none of the promises that he made for long.

In one hundred and fifty million years of his life, the only day he both dreaded and gratified with a passion was the day that marked the beginning of a new era, one that made heroes rise and fall, that made gods out of once mortal men, that made him into the right-hand man to the most powerful being the universe.

It was comical that the day that was the beginning of what started it all was, was the first day in his entire life he disobeyed his father, crash a wedding, being disowned by his father, and ultimately have everything taken from him, then running with millions of stolen credits from his father's vault, which he hadn't even dared to do before.

The day that he met the entity, that would change his life, for better or worse he didn't know even to this day even after all these years, fighting in Crusades, selling and trading planets and species to tyrannical madmen to oppress. Hosting death games that could decide the fate of trillions for the entertainment of the rich and powerful.

Betraying friends who he once called family, Obstructing races, seizing children from their mother to brainwashing them to worship the man that classified himself as a God, auctioning their mothers to be sold as pleasure slaves to be raped and abused by their respective owners who were borderline psychopaths.

It was the day that would pave the way to power and influence that never seen before, experiencing an adventure Like no other, creating a friendship that would last for hundreds of thousands of years. Earning immortality, eternal youth, and power beyond mortal comprehension.

It all when back to that day, that he recalled like it was yesterday, and even after millions of years, he didn't forget even a single element that shaped him into the immortal monster that he was today. The Friend/Servant of the most powerful being that could wipe out whole universes.

The day he met him, the God, the destroyer of worlds, the immortal monster, the murderer of trillions, the enemy of the gods, both old and new, the giver of life, the heartless monster, the demon made flesh, transcended entity, the godslayer, the slayer of heroes, the myth, the embodiment of evil.

Zamasu.