Why do men look for something above themselves?

Three years.

That is how long it took for me to finally realize that I am nothing. Just an ant, biting the ankles of a troll.

Three, fucking, years.

To think I was so childish to think I could accomplish my desires within two, it almost brings a smile to my face. However, only one thing can make me smile these days.

And that is the slaughter of my fellow man.

Others speak of drugs. They talk of women, or gambling, and many other addictions.

Me?

If I go a day without killing someone my hands start shaking, and I get really cold. I start sweating and twitching, and until I feel my sword cut someone in half, I can't stop. How did it come to this?

I am justice.

I am peace.

I am...

I am a very good liar. Rather, I am a monster. One that is fed daily with the flesh of the fallen, and bathed in the lifeblood of their fellows who still draw breath.

Yet, men still follow me.

Within these three years, our band had swollen from twenty to three-hundred. When I had finally counted how many people were following me, I realized a second thing.

I may be an ant, but if there are enough insects, even a troll can become food.

My followers were disgusting and horrible. They followed my orders without question, and if any of them suspected another of traitorous action, they would immediately kill them. It was at this time that a certain man became known unto me.

A man by the name of Rei, he was a well-known warrior within my followers. When I heard from Isei that one among the men was somewhat intelligent, I ordered him brought before me. Well, all I did was request Isei to ask Rei to come and see me.

Within minutes of my words, the entire group was split in two. One half decided that Rei was a traitor and was going to be cut down, while the other half assumed he would be sacrificed to me.

Honestly, just what do these morons think I am, an idol...?

Either way, he quickly found my tent. Ever since two-and-a-half years ago, my followers had looted a bandits lair that was in possession of cloth. They then employed their fifth-rate craftsmanship in order to make a dwelling for me. Once again, I must question what exactly they think I am.

I have concluded that people are hard to deal with, and everything would be simpler if I could just kill the lot of them...

I sat cross-legged on the ground, disdaining the untrustworthy wooden contraption that the men had labeled a "chair" which looked like a death trap and a puzzle in one. It would take rabid beasts to force me to sit in that menace to mankind.

From outside the tent, Isei(along with his bastard friends who took turns stalking me, calling it "bodyguarding")announced that Rei had arrived.

The woolen cover was thrown aside, and a groveling pheasant walked in. He came to a stop at my feet, and made as if to kiss them. When I kicked him in the face, I guess he learned not to assault me. I may be fourteen, but I have no interest in sexual activity. Killing is better than any pleasure another persons body could give me. Besides, a woman would probably be better.

"Do not try that again. Also, I have a question for you."

He groveled some more, saying incomprehensible things and crying, until I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Oh, would you shut, the fuck, up! I'm not going to eat you, damn coward."

"I'm sorry...please forgive me..."

"I told you, i'm not going to eat you, so stand up!"

He refused, lowering his head further. "N-no, I couldn't...tell me what to do-"

I'm tired of his shit. Grabbing him by the fabric of his yukata, I drag him to his feet. Then, I smack the fuck out of him. When he has calmed down, he is looking dazed. So, I taunt him. (Insult his mother, state that I have a bigger dick, state what I did to said mother with said dick)

When his face gets a little red, I start punching him some more. When he's bruised and bloody, I throw him onto the ground and insult his master and his dojo. Then, he stands up and punches me, throwing me to the ground.

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AN: I'm so, so sorry. I may have gotten a little bit crazier than usual. It's like How To: Become an Evil Overlord all over again. (Don't read it-i experiment in that fiction. You know what that means.) basically, I get author crazy and just vent everything at once. I would say sorry for the censorship, but you don't want to know what i would write if people didn't read it. So basically I'm going to provide a link for those of you who want to know everything, and those who would like to keep what innocence they have...just walk away. If you really want to read it, just message me so I can share it via google doc. DON'T CLICK ME

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Fels' POV

So, has the pussy finally grown a dick? (whoops, I should probably cut that part out...meh. Too lazy.)

He stood, shaking with his fist extended. After several moments, he bent down to see if I was alright. I responded by breaking his nose, and clapping proudly.

"Good! Now, you can be of use. A sniveling yes-man is worthless, what I want is a man. (Azariah! Go away! You aren't wanted here!)

He held his nose, but nodded. A twinkling in his eye showed his absolute loyalty to me, and his adoration of me-

FUCK!

I grabbed him by the chin, and held his face close.

"Listen close, and listen well."

He nodded.

"If this country is to be ridden of filth, than we must do so on our own. I don't want to take down one corrupt government only to set up another. Understand?"

He nodded.

"Then, I will have to ask you a difficult thing. Punch me again."

He shook his head.

"Punch me!"

He shook his head.

"Fuck you, hit me!"

He just reached up, and flicked my forehead.

"..."

He started to sweat.

"Until you can punch me full in the face, you will be nothing but a worm. Understood?"

He nodded. Then I threw him out of the tent.

Whoops, I tore a hole through the top. Goddammit...

Well, I like the feel of rain anyway. Even though I hate it.

Because they are afraid. Of responsibility to be specific.

For their life.

For their decisions.

For their happiness.

I have concluded that, as a child, I hate responsibility.