I lived a pretty shitty life. My early days I spent laying around and my later days I spent in an unending hell of work that could possibly end up destroying the world.Needless to say I had to make sure that didn't happen, but that didn't mean I could slack off on assuring my own victory either. Now though... to be honest honestly none of it felt real. That majority of my life felt like I was in a bad dream, watching a nightmare. It felt unreal. Like I was watching the events unfold through someone else's eyes. Even as I felt the gears in my mind constantly turning, trying to think "What should I do next?" "How do I win?" "What do I need?". The thoughts constantly spinning in my mind even through whatever else I was doing, unable to stop for fear that all of it would be meaningless in the end.

Now though... this was the first time in what felt like forever, that I can truly say I feel alive. The nauseating pressure, the grey colors, the obsessive desire to finish what I had started before my time would run out and the burning drive required to keep it all going. It was all gone and I felt free, liberated, alive. I felt... happy...

When was the last time I felt like this? I wonder if this is what I felt like back in the days when my family was alive. I couldn’t remember very well, but somehow it felt different... maybe back in those days I took everything I had for granted. Now I could properly appreciate this sensation of freedom that I’d gone so long without. It felt like I’d grown wings and taken off into the air. Quite appropriate considering I was in a plane.

I looked at my watch. The thin hand moved once at a time, tick-tock tick-tock, making sure I knew my time was slowly coming closer, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying this moment, nothing would. Sure I felt slightly sad that I wouldn’t get to enjoy this feeling for much longer, but that was nothing compared to the overpowering feeling of liberation. Right now I wasn’t afraid of death, nor of anything that might follow. I never was a religious person and I didn’t necessarily believe there was an afterlife but IF there was one then I wasn’t going to give this feeling away for anything. Whether it’s torture in hell or whatever went on in heaven I will hold onto it no matter what.

I relaxed in my seat as I remembered my sister. Ah. I wonder if I’ll get to meet her... maybe an afterlife wouldn’t be so bad then... but if hell and heaven exist... I’m definitely leaning towards the former aren’t I? I chuckled slightly at that. Maybe I won’t be meeting her after all. Maybe that’s for the best. I could spend my days relaxing in hell. Maybe me and the Devil would actually get along fairly well. I wonder if there's the same kind of ground rules in hell like in prison. "What're you in for, new guy?" "Hundreds of millions have died in my conquest for the world." "Yeah well join the club." "The rest of the club didn't actually succeed before dying did they?". Instant. Respect. Heh.

An explosion rocked the plane and threatened to burst my eardrums. It was time. I lowered my watch, completely unfazed by the loud noise and the implications it brought. The explosion should have taken out the fuel compartment and as such the jet was now spiralling out of control towards the massive body of water below. The perfect place for an accident to occur. Nobody would die but me. Even a pilot wasn’t necessary because of the guiding system that the jet had installed. If it wasn’t, maybe I could have tried flying it myself. I once again chuckled at the prospect. Maybe the setup wouldn’t be necessary then as I’d surely crash the plane myself. Oh. Actually. Some of the fish below might become victims. I offered a small apology in my head. At the very least it would be a noble sacrifice. The mighty tyrant who had unjustly taken control of the world will die along with them after all.

As the airborne vehicle quickly descended towards my inevitable demise I closed my eyes and prepared myself. With death I would finally be able to rest. I wouldn’t need to think anymore, wouldn’t need to feel pressure or worry as I have already bestowed the world onto my successors. I would be able to rest in peace. Ah. So this is what that phrase means. Yes. I have a feeling that If I had a grave a “R.I.P.” would be unnecessary. I would probably do so regardless, though I’m sure many people wouldn’t want that for me. In the end they would at least be rid of me so they would have to settle for that.

“Ah… Today is truly a happy day.” As I finished saying these words everything went dark.

The darkness covered everything. Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, nothing could be felt. Everything was still. As if time didn’t exist. Yet the seconds ticked anyway. Even if he had no way to track them anymore. It was in this place that the old tyrant found himself. His consciousness was dull, weak, as if his mind was not fully there he could only form simple thoughts, yet he found no need for this as he simply rested away the toll, that life had taken on him.

He was at peace there. He could simply forget everything: forget himself, forget the world and his past, and simply rest. He found himself in a state similar to meditation, not achieved on purpose but achieved nonetheless. And thus he simply floated in the seemingly empty place. He had no body, he could not tell how much time passed, or if it did at all. Everything he’d learned to rely on was missing. But it didn’t matter. He didn't need any of it. To him all of it was unnecesarry. What he only needed now was rest. A pure state of simple rest. But... he already knew... nothing good would last forever.

Eventually something interrupted him. It tried invading him, tried to change him. The sensation was disturbing, disgusting. The man was furious. His peace was interrupted once again, but this time he wouldn’t let it be taken away, this time he would fight! This time he would persevere!

‘No!’ His previously dormant mind roared ‘I will not let you take away who I am! What I did!”. He fought back. He wasn’t sure how he was doing it but he ‘resisted’ the feeling. The whole of his being was threatened and he fought against that to the best of his ability, pain washing over him the harder he defied the strange sensation..

He felt more and more of him being invaded as the intruding sensation got stronger, more repulsive. In turn he fought back with as much strength as was allowed to him. The struggle lasted what seemed to the man like eternity, eventually reaching a stalemate. The man had gotten strong. The presence couldn’t invade further and though it tried constantly, it failed to break the hard shell of resistance, formed by the man’s willpower. Eventually he felt something new from it – resignation. And with an incredibly sharp bout of pain, stronger than anything he had felt before, he fell into unconsciousness.

Warmth suddenly permeated his senses, a pleasant, endearing warmth. A warmth that once again caused him to feel at peace. He felt like he was in a new place, completely unrelated to the vast darkness before. He had no logical reason to believe as such. It simply felt ‘different’, much too much so from the nothingness prior. The warmth here reminded him of something... something buried deep, deep within his memory, as it reached out to some sort of primal need of the humanity Inside of him. Yes. It felt like he was in the warm embrace of his mother. But he couldn’t enjoy it for long. He felt tired. Though he tried his best to resist it, once again he felt himself slipping away as he drifted off into another slumber.

He awoke again, unable to tell just how much time had passed. His mind was clearer this time, like a cloudy veil had been lifted from his awareness... no, to be exact it felt like it was lifted halfway as his mind still felt sluggish, weak. He still felt the motherly warmth around him but it was weaker this time, causing the man to be reminded of the day his mother had died. But now he also felt something else. Something more physical. But he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. And while he thought about it, trying to escape the unpleasant memory that had shown up in his mind, drowsiness, once again, assaulted him, before he quickly fell asleep.

Once more he opened his eyes. This time he felt different, the pleasant warmth was gone and in its place he clearly felt something new... no... he had felt this before... but it seemed like it was so long ago... arms, legs, head. He felt everything and though there was an unfamiliar sensation around his lower back which he ignored completely in favour of everything else. He had a body. Even if it felt like he was locked away in a small room with walls on all sides he had a body. He felt like moving, he wanted to so badly. He moved his arms slightly, getting used to the familiar feeling all over again, but there wasn’t enough space to properly move his legs.

And that’s when it came. An itching, all-consuming desire to leave. He wanted to be free. He needed to get out of here. But the walls... those accursed, suffocating walls! They needed to be breached, he needed to get outside! He felt a strange sensation from his hands, but couldn’t even pay it attention. The desire was too strong. Too overpowering. Almost unnaturally so. But it was definitely his. It didn’t feel artificial in the least. He formed a fist as strongly as he could before he reeled back as much as was possible in the tight space, and smashed it into the wall in front of him to no visible effect. That didn’t deter him as he slammed his other fist into the wall as well.

He continued punching it. Again, again, again and again he would use his fists to assault the obstacle in his path. He didn’t count, he didn’t care, he just needed to get out. It was with such feelings that he welcomed the light seeping in through a small crack that had finally appeared after who knows how long, as if encouraging him to continue. His fist once again met the previously unbreakable-seeming obstruction and the cracks got bigger, another one expanded it even more and after a third the wall collapsed as he fell out of the room which had imprisoned him for oh so long.

He was instantly blinded by the light, causing him to close his eyes, as he felt the strange desire for freedom dissipate. A few seconds passed before he opened them again and was once more blinded. He blinked once before the world slightly revealed itself before him as a shade of blues and greens and once more before he could clearly see his surroundings.

Trees prevented him from seeing too far in every direction, having white bark and leaves with various shades of blue they felt alien but had an undeniable beauty, appealing to the man’s senses. A carpet of grass covered the ground he had fallen on, feeling wet from morning dew. It was coloured blue like the trees as well as a, different from what he knew, more emerald shade of green. A slightly warm breeze washed over him as he slowly got up on wobbly legs, unused to carrying any weight, and looked around. The sun shone down, bringing a nice warmth to the clearing he was in as he turned around to regard his previous accommodations, yet what he saw as he turned back was a large, slightly moreso than himself, egg.