Potentia, opes, auctoritas.
Prologue: a day in a life
The feeling of soft tissue as it is being pierced by a sharp dagger never seems to stop amaze me. The perfect feeling between soft and hard, resistance and submission, it's magical in a way, a very twisted way, but a way nonetheless.
Pulling the dagger out of the man's neck, I watch as he chokes on his own blood underneath me (he wiggles like a fish!). Standing up I look at the hallway behind me and admire my work. The entire hallway was covered in the blood and bodies of those who think they have what it takes to stop me.
"My god it looks like a painting," I said to myself. Standing up I turned around and attempted to clear the next passage toward my freedom but a voice stopped me in my track.
"Quite the work you did, old man!" the rough and deep voice growled in utter hatred. Raising my eyebrow and rolling my eyes (at the same time!) I look to my left to see a young man dress in a navy suit with his gloved hand training a gun at me. Behind the young man were dozens of guards armed to the teeth, also training their guns at me. Pursing my lips I greeted the young man with a polite but pleasant smile.
"Oh yes indeed, I do hope you appreciate my work. I personally call it "A day in a life.", do you think it'll be worth any in the ma-" A bullet went soaring past my head stopping the rest of the word dead in my mouth.
"I've had enough of your arse-shit old man!" The guy snapped and I felt amusement bubbling up in me.
"Seize him!" He barks and 6 armed men walk toward me cautiously. Knowing that there's nothing I can do, I simply let them handcuff me. Being handled like a child was certainly not a pleasant experience.
"Ouch mate, would you be a little more gentle! My old bone couldn't possibly take this much punishm-" My speech was cut off once again when a leather-covered stomper collided against my face, breaking my nose and knocking the daylight out of me.
Next time I woke up I was bound in a chair, a seatless chair to be exact, making the experience much more uncomfortable. Wordlessly I glance around me and notice that I was trapped in a typical white room with the table in front of me filled with medieval-looking torture devices. The door somewhere behind me clicked open and I couldn't help the grin of excitement on my face even as my stomach dropped to Nowhere's Vile.
Grabbing my shoulder so hard I'm sure it bruised. The young man moved into my vision and sat like a king in the chair in front of me. He was quite ordinary looking, well ordinary enough if you don't count a huge scare that severed the left side of his face of course. When He saw me looking at him with half-lidded eyes, He gave me a smile that looked so strangely like me I had goosebumps.
"Whelp! It's going to be a bumpy ride isn't it?" I asked and the guy burst out laughing. The kind of laugh that you wouldn't want to hear on a Sunday night after missing church. Couldn't help myself any longer, so I laughed with him.
Wiping a tear from his eyes the young man grabbed a knife from behind the table and stabbed it straight into my leg and gave it a mean twist.
Goddamn, the pain! I scream in my mind. That knife is soaked with battery acid I'm sure because my nerve wouldn't lie.
Letting out a choked moan I smile at him.
"Y-young man, that's no way to treat a guess…have your parents taught you that?" I couldn't help myself. The man's eyes showed bloody murder and I completely regret my decision…I don't.
One hour of torture later and it was painful to twitch. I'm certain some broken ribs, a half-gone pecker, and busted balls would count as a successful secession. Liking my dried lips I look up at the brat who brought me so much pain in the last hour.
"Welp…I…did…n't…think…that…it…was…hah…person…hah…nal…huh…" My throat are dryer than sand but that didn't stop me from biting out a remark that'll most likely get me killed.
"Your…father…must…oh god…be so proud…goddamn…" I finished after a few curses and was rewarded with my face being punched so hard I blacked out for a moment. Being roughly pulled by my hair up along with my chair I grunt out in pain when multiple punches landed on my already broken ribs.
Thrown roughly back I almost fall again but manage to balance myself on the chair (which took a lot of effort not gonna lie.) I looked up at the young man once again but this time the hatred in his eyes was lighter (compare to the other time he look at me) and it was mixed in with utter contempt.
"Pathetic!" He spat at my face…which I dodge.
"To think that one day you would look like this! I couldn't believe I spent the last 20 years obsessing about you!" Every word was spat out with so much venom that even I was impressed.
"Sorry…to…hah…break…it to…oh…you…mate…damn…but …I'm…only…interested…in…hot…19…years…old…fuck!" My stomach fluttered in cheer when the man laughed loudly while his eyes became ten times more murderous.
"You think you're so funny!" He spat.
'Well, I am' I thought to myself but seemingly reading my mind he reached down and grabbed my face harshly and looked directly into my eyes.
"I think you're not! You old coot!"
'Hey! That was fucking mean!' I thought angrily. Seeing me wanting to talk, the guy let go of my face and I proceeded to try and fix my almost dislocated jaw. After making sure that speech was still possible I began to try and understand the situation.
"Wha…mate…this…hah…seem…too…fuck!..personal…to…be..business…" I ragged out. Looking at me in surprise the man seems to be questioning his life decision one second before complete and utter furry take over the next.
"You don't remember me?"
'Should I?" I thought to myself in genuine curiosity. At my utterly confused look, something snapped in the guy.
"I'm Tristant fucking Dubois! 20 years ago you and your goons murdered my family in cold blood! My father died of a heart attack because of you! My mother committed suicide because of you! Our entire family has been ripped apart because of YOU! Because we don't have enough money for treatment, my sister died of breast cancer! You you you…" He looks like he's about to hyperventilate.
"You caused me all of this pain and suffering yet you have to gall not to remember my name?" He screams in rage. With an eyebrow raised I began to search for the name, 'Dubois…20 years ago…ah! That businessman who I bust! Partly because he was supplying a terrible terrorist organization but also because he was a minor obstacle in my path.'
Chuckling dryly to myself I smirk.
"What so funny!" He returned and I opened my mouth. "Water," I whispered, my voice cracking. Curious he grab the water that are used to wash the torture tools and dumped it in my face.
'Bloody twat!' I curse in my head as the taste of iron invaded my mouth. Swallowing the water down with immense difficulty I once again stared up at him.
"It's been 20 years, kid, I don't have the mental capacity to remember random nitwit that I kill on the way." This comment led me to receive one of the hardest uppercuts I have ever felt in my life. After blacking out for a couple of seconds a splash of water woke me up again.
"Well, that's the end of your snide remark and foolishness." Said Tristan. After my vision cleared up he pierces down at me with one of the most evil smirks I have ever seen.
"I heard you love your granddaughter very much…" He pauses as if waiting for a reaction. Though my blood turned as cold as liquid nitrogen I didn't feel like giving him the satisfaction. Raising my eyebrow coolly I nodded.
"Yes, I do indeed love her very much, why do you ask?" I replied back as pleasantly as I could. Though his smirk got wider, Tristant eyes show disappointment at the lack of reaction.
"Yes, well let me show you true despair before you die." He said with such a sadistic expression that I couldn't help but respect him. Sitting on his chair once again Tristant began to talk.
"Both your son and daughter have died so when you go all of that will go to your granddaughter, all that work and blood and corruption that you work your whole life for will be turned to your granddaughter."
"Yelp that sounds like my will." I nodded and his smirk only got wilder.
"But we've set it up in such a way that everything will go to her husband, one of my men." He said and I was surprised. Not that I don't already know about that little ship my little girl has gotten herself involved with already.
"After we stole everything from you, your most beloved person shall experience the same heartbreak and despair that I once felt." I finished in a satisfying tone and I wanted to chuckle so badly it hurt. Widening my eyes in horror I tried to make my last moment seem as genuine as possible. Laughing in satisfaction, the little git grabs a gun on the table and turns off the safety. Turning the barrow toward the middle of my brows he laughed.
"Any last words you old cunt?" he asked with full satisfaction and I nodded.
"Do you know why they called me "Hightower God" ?" Pausing I observed him before continuing, "Well you will find out later…" Pausing I smirk cruelly.
"Your father must have cried like a bitch when he died." I finished. His wide murderous eyes were the last things I saw before everything turned black in a loud boom…
Well… that's just a day in a life I guess.