Third World, Z Galaxy, Capital Planet
"Dear viewers, today, in Natrisse, a small planet of spices on the edges of N, an attack was carried out by A." A beautiful, melodic voice proclaimed through the shapeless screen of a luxurious television, very expensive, but somewhat damaged. "Natrisse was targeted due to its supply of Nario-lenso, a drug capable of freeing men's bodies from pain, as some say." The female voice becomes tense with the dysfunctional joke that only served to frighten the others, the people of the universe, the Glorious. Knowing that the weakest and most submissive galaxy in the world was becoming strong enough to conquer a planet from the second Volytur left the third with "fear," or at least an aversion that made them open their eyes to see the pending threat of a galaxy that wanted power, after millennia at the bottom of the natural chain. "Nario-lenso has become increasingly difficult to cultivate, making N the only galaxy capable of producing it. Of course, Ariana could take her soldiers to O and cut off her soldiers' ability to feel, but the Government of O refuses to do such a thing. And despite everything, O seems not to have any opinion about A, letting them enter and leave the galaxy without directly entering their planets. All galaxies of the third Volytur, excluding O, seem to have strong opinions about Ariana. All galaxies are beginning to take serious measures, as far as possible. Excluding H from the radar, all galaxies of the 1st Volytur have been conquered and many planets and stars razed. Today, we are here to reflect on the governance of the Universe, and for that, we invited Funtur, a specialist in the arts of war, to give us his sincere opinion about all of this."
An old, bald man with a long, shiny black beard, and black eyes of such depth that they recalled the Black Holes of D, enters the room and sits next to the journalist and commentator, looking at the place with obvious disdain.
"Good morning, Mr. Tursur, I'm glad you came here to give us your sincere opinion. May darkness and despair befall you." She says with a wicked smile, dedicated to her brothers from the dirtiest galaxy in the great and glorious universe. Funtur Tursur was visibly irritated upon learning that the journalist/commentator was a native of M. "Now that you're here, tell me: how long do you think it will take until Ariana has conquered Z?" Funtur laughed like a child from X hearing that mutilation isn't the right way to gain power, that it's very immoral and removes the essence from man.
"You're funny, despite being from M, journalist. But tell me, what makes you think A has any chance against Z? No galaxy of the third Volytur is on A's side. The entire first and second Volytur aren't enough to get through twelve galaxies. I personally don't see Ariana staying in power for long. And don't forget that almost all Eternyures are natives of the third Volytur or another world, so I repeat: what the hell makes you think Ariana has any chance of winning?"
"Mr. Tursur, I'm on the same side as you, but what Ariana said..." Her smile fades like dust in a storm.
"What?" He cuts her off, impatiently.
"Tha... You know what? I'll show you the video myself." On the giant screen behind the journalist, a beautiful woman with short, toasted-yellow hair begins to speak with pride:
"I have in my hands, or rather, in my head, something that not even you, Zickony, can stop. It's only a matter of time until I dethrone you and kill your sons, excluding Zirinos, of course. Your blood power runs through him and not his brothers, which means that if I killed him, the universe itself would make me disappear. And I don't want that." She laughs. "Besides, Zirinos is beautiful. Maybe I'll keep him as a sex slave..."
BAAM!!! I don't let her finish speaking. I stand up and throw the remote at the television, shattering its screen, which was already in poor condition due to years of throwing the remote when I felt anger.
"You dared to speak of my father like that, you humiliating whore?! You'll dethrone my father? And kill my brothers? Very well, come!! But don't squirm when I cut off your head and rape you through your neck." I get up from my bed, half-naked, and stand looking at the destroyed television with rage. "None of this would have reached this point if you had done what I asked, father. But no, look where we are. Having to be woken up to hear stories of weak and useless galaxies being destroyed by some whore."
Before I could start destroying the entire room, I stop and think. "Be calm, rational, and cold. Today you will be king, and in a few days, you will be able to use the full extent of your power, Zirinos, and then you will be able to decide what is wrong and what is good." I inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, and walk calmly and gracefully to the bathroom.
As soon as I open the door, the smell of dead animal invades my senses, making me consequently feel like vomiting. But I control myself. It wasn't the first time I kept the dead body of a maid or slave in the bathroom to violate. But lately, I feel more pleasure when there are screams, and when I remember that I don't need to worry if anyone hears or not. My sister and my brothers were the only ones I didn't want to hear, my father too. Fortunately, each of them lives in another part of the palace.
Sometimes I think about what it would be like to sleep near my sister. Seeing her at night and all day long, running with our imaginary children, while I take care of the galaxy. My penis, at such an idea, rises, and I look at the mutilated, decomposing body of my dead cousin's slave, Zérias Malor. The body wasn't in a condition to be used, so I decide to take a bath calmly and let the blood flow back to the rest of my body and not to that specific part. Zérias would be useful to me now. If only I hadn't sent him the video of his wife "serving me" at night in his own house.... There are moments when even I feel regret.
After the bath, I wrap myself in a towel and cut the slave's body into pieces, being careful not to get dirty. I stuff her remains into a black garbage bag and leave it at the door to be taken to the shredder. That way, no one knows where the slave ended up. And even if they did, my family's blood power would prevent that person from opening their mouth to tell what they saw, or else they would be killed.
I wait for a maid to bring me the clothes I'll need for the coronation and the "ball."
Shortly after, I hear rhythmic knocking, three times, on my door. It was certainly a maid. I open the door, now dressed in the red robe. I come face to face with a beautiful woman with short pink hair, a slim waist, and the rest "in abundance." Her flesh was beautiful, very soft, and looked delicious. I felt like seeing what she hid under the maid's uniform, more specifically, under her skirt. I wanted to know if what she hid between her legs was pink and soft to the touch like her cheeks or her lips. But I couldn't simply take away her innocence in broad daylight. At night, though...
I control my impulses and gesture for her to enter. As she enters, her nostrils suddenly flare, and she makes a disgusted face while bowing to me and saying:
"Very good morning, son of the light of Justice, Heir of Z, heir of the blood of Zer'Malo'kiou, son of Zickony Malor. Your father asks that you wear what I bring you. And use... this as well."
The clothes she gave me were half gold, half red with a black stripe on the blood side. Just like my hair. And the other thing was a perfume. I smile at her and give her a hard slap. Not on the face, but lower down, on the bottom. Loud was the smack. The sound filled the room in a glorious chorus. She doesn't move or blink. But her cheeks and ears become pinker than her hair.
Her silence is the worst part of this. She should scream or at least tremble, but if being harassed by a crown prince doesn't bring any strong emotion to the surface, then what I'm going to do will...
"Good morning, maid. Thank you very much, but don't leave yet. Come," I point to a chair near the bed. "sit down, I have something you'll like to see."
She trembles slightly. "Oh, darling, you don't know what's going to bite you." I smile and walk calmly to the black garbage bag that was still by the door and bring it to the maid. I open the bag in front of her. Her face contorts in a grimace of fear, and she begins to tremble and scream incoherent words as I grab her neck so she can't escape.
"P-please, my lord. Don't d-do the same to me.. I..." I calmly cut her off.
"Shut up. Don't worry, I won't do that to you. I have better plans." I look at her writhing in my hands, about to lose air and faint, and I release some of the pressure. "Breathe and listen." My voice sounded like a mother calming her baby. "I want you to eat this."
She looks me directly in the eyes for the first time, and instead of just crying, she begins to feel like vomiting. I let go of her neck before the yellowish-nauseous mass could hit my arms. Fortunately, she vomits into the bag where the dead maid was, sparing the carpet that my great-great-grandfather received from the king of T. When she finishes vomiting, she continues to beg me not to kill her and not to force her to eat the remains of the dead body.
Everything was going as I wanted.
"So you don't want to eat?" I smile at her for the thousandth time. "Don't eat. But all actions have consequences. Wouldn't you rather make a deal with me?"
Upon hearing the word "deal," much of her fear faded. If I made a deal with her, neither I nor she would be able to break it, and she knew that well. But I never told her the deal would be fair...
"Thank you, my-my prince... No! Tha-thank you, my... ki-king."
Seeing her cry with joy for not having to eat a dead body or die, reminded me of the pathetic, shitty woman who was my mother, who left me. I clench my right hand into a fist and think: "They made me this way, mother. You and that whore." After a moment of tension, I reveal the deal.
"Every night, from today on, you will serve me at night. And I won't force you to eat this body, nor will I kill you." I could clearly see that the deal didn't please her much, but it's not like she had another choice. Besides, fear spoke louder than rationality. "Do you accept?" I ask her, while summoning the divine power to myself to carry out the deal. I extend my hand to her, and she takes it.
"Y-yes, my king."
She trembles, and I decide to finalize. From my hands come golden chains that wrap around her heart, making her fall and clutch her chest as she tries to breathe, her chest compressing, giving her a sensation of sharp pain. After a few seconds, the chains disappear, and the contract is finalized.
"If you break the deal, you will die. You may go." I gesture for her to leave as I remove the robe and prepare to put on the clothes she brought. But before she can leave the room, I unlock the door and ask:
"What is your name?"
"La-Lana Leyck."
"Pretty name. Don't forget our deal." I wink at her, and she trembles slightly. Then she leaves my room.
Watching her run down the hallway until she disappears from my sight, I remember the image of a lion watching a wounded prey flee. The lion knows the prey won't go far, but still, it lets it go. The lion gives it false hope. If what the lion does isn't considered evil, but natural, then nothing I do is bad. I am a lion, and Lana, a gazelle.
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All eyes fall on me. Some with astonishment and admiration, others with anger and jealousy. Women with admiration, some thinking about which one I'll marry, while others looked at my status as crown prince. The children with admiration, some thinking about how to become my friends, and others thinking about how to become like me. If only they knew what I am.
Unfortunately, many nobles from other galaxies were not present in the gold and red coliseum. And there were also no kings, presidents, or rulers from other galaxies. Those present were only the representatives. So, talking to all of them didn't take much more than four hours. The last person I spoke with was the daughter of the king of R, Rico Reivalle, by my father's order.
The ball continues. I dance with all the women who are here. Until the moment my father remembers that this isn't a party, but a ceremony. Zickony goes up to the stage and begins to speak calmly. Beside me are my brother Zequila, the sword maniac—black hair, a beautiful but severe face. My brother Ziring—a small green cyclops. And my sister Zerane—with curly, long, golden hair. We were all talking about Zass Zah. A noble who had pissed on a table minutes ago, so drunk he was. The butler Zaclith took him outside roughly. And I'm sad that I didn't kill him right there in front of everyone as a warning for insubordination and lack of respect.
"Good morning to everyone present here," says my father. "Having you here fills me with joy and pride. You all left your planets to come here. And to that, I have only to say: thank you."
Everyone in the hall looks at him with pride and joy. This is the kind and powerful king of Z. A man I even respect and love.
"But I didn't call you here for this. After all, I think everyone knows who is going to become king"—he looks at me with a big smile. "But first, let me tell you a little story. The story of how I became king."
He sighs.
"I had a brother. He was the genius of the family, the pride. While I... was nothing. My only quality was effort and kindness. Something that, apparently, my brother lacked." He looks me directly in the eyes with an emotion I don't understand. "Months before my father turned fifty, a maid discovered that my genius brother killed and raped children. Devastated, my father had my brother killed. Days later, he killed himself."
The old man stops talking. He sighs as if he himself were the one killing and raping children.
"That's how I became king." He says. "What I mean by this is: the good man has nothing to fear. And I believe my son is a good man. Trust in your next king."
In the hall, exclamations of joy and applause are heard. I stand up. I go up to the stage with the greatest happiness I could ever feel. My father waits for me with the crown in his hands.
This day will be the beginning of my empire. Mark my words well...
My father's head separates from his body. It falls softly to the floor, and from his neck gushes a sea of very dense, dark red.
In front of my father stands a man with a mask and beige robes. He wears a huge cloak and has an H on the left eye part.