Mourning An End
It is the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most men live only for the gratification of it. Aristotle
The man surveyed his gift, his greatest creation. There was no evil here, only the desire to show the people how blind they were to follow a government that proclaimed peace. Really it was a government that would destroy them and their morals. He could see the seeds of it beginning already with that Peacecraft girl. She appeared to be a virtuous beauty but he knew what lay underneath that façade, he knew what treachery and deceit lay there waiting to be unleashed on the unsuspecting people.
He looked up as a young man entered nervously into his presence.
"What is it?" The man demanded impatiently. "Where is Julius, I sent for him to be brought to me when he arrived back."
"He was killed," The young man answered with a sad expression. "He was murdered in a most horrendous fashion upon the streets of L2."
"That is a shame," The man said briefly thinking about the loss of time it would cause him, feeling more regret than that over the fact that one of his people were dead. "Apparently this Shinigami is no more than a common murderer. He too must suffer as they must."
"Yes master," The young man said agreeing with him.
"You may go now," The man waved him off.
"Master?" The young man hesitated.
"Yes?" The man stared at him expectantly.
"Will Julius be remembered for his sacrifice?" The young man asked.
"Of course," The man said. "Julius served faithfully without question. He will be remembered him. I hold Shinigami responsible for his death and he will pay."
'But first that Peacecraft twit,' The man thought watching the other exit his rooms. 'She needs to be taken out first. She is far too powerful already.'
He enjoyed contemplating the great gift he was going to give to humanity. They would thank him when it was all over. They would all see how blind they had been and how he had saved them. He was forever saving them.
He watched on a security feed as the different metal alloys were separated and taken to different parts of the colony. He loved this feeling of power, the feeling of saving the human race. Everyone would see how great he was and how he would be perfect as their leader.
Julius had served his purpose well. He had died for the cause, becoming his first martyr. He would make sure to name a university, perhaps even a city after the boy so that he might be remembered well for his service. It was those little acts that brought a leader into good favor with their subjects and that was just what he meant to do once he had power. He knew that they would love him and serve him just as his faithful children already served.
He stood and turned off the security feed. Things were going well, there was no need to watch from a remote base. Instead he focused his attention back to what he would say when he accepted the surrender of the Colonies. It would need to be a good and rousing speech, that he was sure of. If only he could come up with the proper words, Julius had been good for that but then he had gone and gotten himself murdered. That really was no way to be a proper servant but it was too late for Julius now.