Born a Beast

  I was born a beast. I was a king who wielded a bloodthirsty crown. I was unstoppable. Kingdoms who's names I've never heard of and never cared to know would fall before me. I would lead the charge of war on them, slaughtering all who would defy me. Until, one day my enemy got the best of me. They made me realize the harm I've caused to their families. The torture, the pain, and guilt were to all fall on me and my people. However, I never felt any. As I stood there on my knees before the enemy king. I laughed, I laughed and laughed and laughed in his face, at his misfortune, at his hardships, and at his subjects who were slain in battle. As I looked at him I only had this to say. "You, your nation, and your world will end by my hand and the hand of my lineage. Strike us down as you please, but we will see your end!" I laughed as my time came, even in death a wicked smile stretched across my face and it would not be the only one.