We split from the group and began walking through the thick fog, heading into the unknown, toward death, for a little money.
Sometimes life is weird, and what makes a king go on this dangerous trip is curiosity, glory, wealth, power—no one knows—but no matter what his reason, he must be strong enough to make someone endure anything.
I can't understand him. We are not from the same environment; everyone has their own view on life, the poor see life as hell, the rich see heaven, and the patient see it as an ordeal. Your eyes are your mirror, which reflects your inside. Yeah, that's what I thought.
The road was endless, the cold was bitter; some men's fingers froze from the cold, others had their fingers stuck to their swords. Everyone here has a story, a motive. Why do you think someone would sacrifice their life and go to a place that might be hell?
After a long road, we arrived at an incredible place that seemed like heaven in the middle of hell. The warm sun shone there, and the greenery—represented by the grass and dense trees—seemed like a perfectly drawn painting. There were grape and apple trees, and fruit of everything that human souls desire.
Rivers of wine and drinks, Women are white, beautiful, pretty, wide, blue-eyed, wide, hair of all colors, more beautiful than rubies, more beautiful than sapphires, and coral. Their lips are red like strawberries, and their shape is like an arch. Because of their beauty, they look like the sun. Because of their features, they look like they are from another world. They do not look like they are from the world of humans. Their clothing is simple. The piece of the dress is short at the bottom, wrapped around their sculpted waist. Even if you looked closely, you wouldn't find a single flaw the size of a pea. Their upper bodies are naked, revealing their sagging, rounded breasts, their erect nipples looking more appetizing than a sip of water in a barren desert. And other women with different skin tones, different features, it seems that each person needs something from light white to dark brown.
I looked behind me to see all the men with their eyes hanging from their faces as if they were with gold under their feet. Their joy was known only to them, and their fate was determined from the moment they arrived.
Men went in the direction of their desires, looking at them as if they were their dreams, even though they were merely lusts that controlled them more than their minds. I followed them, keeping in mind the king's orders, but I have no authority now on my body now.
While we were playing and having fun, I felt that I was cheating on someone. Yes, I was cheating on my wife. Betrayal of the king. Between satisfaction and momentary pleasure, there lies earthly justice. Between betrayal and its sweetness, there lies trust and its bitterness. I stopped suddenly. I stopped what I was doing. I started putting on my clothes. Suddenly, a man appeared, looking in his mid-thirties or perhaps twenties—tall, perfect black coat, long dark hair, eyes bright silver.
He started slaughtering and killing people one by one. They didn't move or try to defend themselves; they just continued what they were doing. They looked that they accepted their fate. I suddenly shouted at them to stand up and defend themselves, but to no avail. It was as if they couldn't hear me. It was as if their world didn't exist.
I picked up my sword and ran towards him to stop him to attack him, but the women started pulling and preventing me from moving as if they were dragging me back to my world of desires and accepting my fate and destiny. I felt myself drowning in a dark sea. Suddenly, I opened my eyes to find myself thrown on the ground among the corpses and blood. Above my head stands that man with his silver eyes shining in the middle of the fog. Yes, it was just a dream. I am really sorry, my friend.I wish I hadn't done it that day, everything would be fine now.
Then the man cut his hand with the sword and then dripped his blood into his mouth. I didn't know what he is doing. I accepted my fate. I felt a prick in my heart, something was squeezing it as if it was about to explode. I started screaming in pain and twisting in my place in the middle of all those corpses and the blood that started to freeze. After a while, the pain subsided. I attributed it to a feeling. I felt a strange feeling, as if it was something that had never happened to me, as if I am no longer human.
Looking at the man, he smiled an evil and cold smile, then after that he said, "I have spread, I have survived, you are another one now."
He said it while turning his back to me.
"What do you mean, who are you? Why did you kill my men?" I said it, and I am rising.
He replies, "Because they are human beings, and all humans deserve to die without exception. They are lost creatures that evolved from the bottom of the pyramid, and in a matter of time, they established kingdoms and civilizations that surpassed us, even though we are better and more developed. Humans are imperfect creatures whose only concern is to satisfy their desires and greed, even if that is at the expense of others."
Then he continued and said, "You know what you have to do," he said as he disappeared into the fog.
I started hearing voices inside my head, a voice ordering me to kill the human, slaughter them, and torture them as if I hadn't been a human a minute ago. I couldn't resist it, except for my instinct and desire to kill, so I started looking for other groups to kill and to be creative in torturing them.