“Why?” I asked, my voice sounding unfamiliar to me. “Why did you kill her? Why?”
I stared up at him from my position on the floor, wanting to kill him as much as I’ve ever felt the desire to kill anyone. I couldn’t recognize my own voice, as it was haunting and decayed with desperation and fear.
“Because Kakarot,” he said in a bored voice, lighting another cigarette. “Because I had to, that’s why.”
I was about to protest when he rolled his eyes at me, walking over to her body and pointing down in disgust.
“She was killing you,” he said angrily. “I did it because I had to set you free. Don’t you understand that? Or are you too far gone with your human attachment to see that I’ve done you an enormous favor?”
“But why that way,” I screamed! “Why so brutally!?”
“I’ll admit,” he said with a grin. “It wasn’t as pretty as it could have been. But God! I mean, you really have to admire the irony, huh? And hey, just think of it, in the afterlife, at least you’ll know they’ll appreciate her for her mind.”
“You’re sick.” I spat.
“Probably,” he agreed. “But this isn’t the time for insults or the useless name calling and the like. This is the final act, my love. This is the end scene where every wicked machination is revealed. All the little twists and turns…. God, you really just have to take the time out to admire it.”
“Let me up.” I finally breathed. “You’re the ultimate evil with the ultimate power. Why would you need to keep me stuck in one place? Unless you fear me.”
“A mortal?” he laughed. “Me fear a mortal? I think not. There’s nothing in this universe I fear now, lastly you. I simply couldn’t have you moving out of your place to ruin the little moment me and the Mrs.’s had. So go ahead, you have questions, ask away.”
I felt my body be freed of his control, steadily climbing to my feet and walking towards the bed. Chi Chi lay there, unmoving, her body grossly deformed and mutated by her loss. If I had eaten anything previously, I would have vomited, her lap covered in blood and puke. I couldn’t believe she was gone and what’s worse, I couldn’t fathom why I hardly cared.
“Why here?” I finally managed. “Why did you come to earth? And why are there links between you and so many people throughout history?”
“Isn’t it weird,” He said thoughtfully, taking a seat in his chair, Bulma still in shock while she crouched in the corner of the room. “To think, how many numerous times I’ve fucked you and yet you still have this unimaginable fear of me. I didn’t so much want it that way. I thought with our excursions we might have developed a closeness, something akin to trust. You must know by now I would never hurt you. Or are you so delusional as to think that I go out of my way for mortals like this often?
“With the blink of an eye, I could wipe you out of existence, yet I’ve kept you whole throughout all of this. Surely you must realize by now that there are reasons for it. But enough on that. Let me answer your questions….
“Why did I choose the earth of all the trillions of life-withstanding planets? Simple. I like humans. I can’t explain it really, but for some reason, I like their vulnerability. I like their wickedness and their inability to TRULY be defeated. Honestly, they’re like cockroaches. If you kill one, more will come to take his place. And even if they feel the loss of him, they soon recover and fight back harder. It’s the human spirit.”
In my mind I heard Zarbon’s words echoing..
“Never think that they aren’t worth saving. Catastrophes come and go but the human spirit remains the same.”
“I like that their belief is so fickle,” He continued. “Something good happens, they thank luck or good fortune. Something bad happens, its God’s fault. It’s all so petty and yet I find it enormously interesting. They’re like a new pet. Takes a while to get sick of them. And you must know that I’ve been around for much longer than this measly planet. I’ve seen and destroyed more lives and planets than humans have a number for.
“When I came to this planet, I had imagined it would be just like all the others. The entertainment to quench my boredom for a few years until it had run its course and no longer been useful to me. Oh, but if only it had been so easy. This place enthralled me. Your strange customs, the strange rituals. The subtle differences in each creature and even more subtle characteristics that were alike.
“I liked to watch men mourn the loss of their wives and yet within less than a year, replace them. I liked to watch men murder other men and get away scott-free. Justice on this planet has never been what it is elsewhere and with regards technology and just the simplest ideas, the humans are rather far behind. But again I say, I loved that fighting spirit, the natural tendency they have to hate what they don’t know and the underlining rule that they must deny all evil.
“They even consider sex as a necessary evil, though even the animal life on this planet has evolved from such pathetic ideals as to hate the very act that reproduces. Humans love to blame themselves, they love to think that they are the ultimate evil. Their arrogance, their selfishness. What’s there not to love, Kakarot? They’re by far the most easily manipulated creatures in the universe.”
“So why did you choose the people you chose? How did you do it? How are you connected to Eva Braun, and King Herod, and Pontius Pilate?”
“Well,” he began with a nod of his head. “Those are rather difficult to answer but I’ll try the simplest way I know how. I didn’t so much possess them as I became close to them. As you’re aware by now, I can possess bodies and use them as my own. In the case of King Herod (who was, by the way, the first influential human being I ever associated myself with) I became a close advisor, someone he had trusted from a young age.”
“And why did you want to know him? Why did you become his advisor?”
“Oh, tell me you’ve figured it out by now,” he sighed. “this could get very tedious. Isn’t it obvious? God had sent his own son to earth in order to ward off all of my attempts to control this world with evil. It was a stupid, risky plan but in the end, was pulled off much better than I had ever anticipated. As it was, I knew that this visit would effect the lives of those I was trying to influence and so, becoming an advisor to Herod, I told him to have every boy under the age of 2 destroyed so as to be rid of this threat. Didn’t work as history reveals, due to ANOTHER wonderful divine intervention but I could have figured that wasn’t exactly a fool proof plan.”
“And Pilate,” I whispered. “Pilate was the one in charge of giving Jesus the death by crucifixion. You…. You killed Jesus.”
“Correct,” He smiled, positioning himself on the recliner by laying on the arm rest and wrapping his legs on the other side. “I had thought leaving it all up to Pontius was a fine idea, until he began to refuse his duty, in which case, I simply possessed his mind for a moment and the execution took place. And you would have thought it’d all commenced marvelously. I mean, I couldn’t have very well had him running around for another thirty years, shit! Then where would we be?!”
He examined his nails thoughtfully.
“I mean, the man did more damage to MY cause in thirty three years than I’VE done to this damn race in thousands of years. Its bad enough they’re still talking about him now. Imagine if he’d been given even more time to ruin my perfect plans.”
I swallowed hard, closing my eyes and gathering my strength.
“And what….” I began. “what exactly are your plans?”
“Why simple,” He turned to me, gracing his face with a charming smile. “Complete and utter desolation. I won’t leave one of them alive and I want you to watch while I do it.”
“Why?” I breathed.
“Why not,” he laughed, blowing smoke rings. “For a thousand years I’ve been searching for something, not even knowing what it was. For a thousand years I’ve continually sought out the unreachable and wanted the unattainable. I’ve even fooled myself into thinking I had found it and then been completely wrong.
“But after one thousand years I have finally found what I’ve been looking for and the usefulness of this world has suddenly rotted beneath me. What use is a planet when you’ve already extracted the best part? I have what I want, earth has used up its time and now, it has to go.”
“What about,” I struggled, trying to understand and trying to form words. “What about Eva Braun? What did you have to do with her?”
“Ohh…. Eva,” He breathed, as if pained by the question. “That thought requires a little more attention then the others. For a while, I had mostly just drifted around, watching the earth and its petty tragedies, wondering from one to another how the human race prevailed through them all. Occasionally for entertainment I would possess the mind of a person. Occasionally these people became infamous for the deeds I enacted through them. Vlad ‘Tepes’ Dracula becoming one of these, a name that still haunts the television screens from time to time.
“Ahhh… Vlad was my favorite at the time. I was more proud of our accomplishments than with any of my other victims. He was already quite the little monster when I found him, already tainted by the brutality he’d seen when abducted by the Turks. In fact, most of the ideas I received while in his body weren’t even mine. He was quite the sadistic little fucker. And while most people, when I had finished possessing them and doing what I wanted, went absolutely insane with horror, Vlad was appreciative, commenting that he couldn’t have done it better himself.”
“I’ve heard of him,” I commented. “he killed thousands. In horrible ways.”
“Right you are,” He smiled. “And people call you dumb. Absurd really. Yes, Vlad did it all. His body would become so bored that I was inclined to find new ways in order to slay his enemies. They even gave me that wonderful name “Tepes”, or The Impaler. The Turks called me “Kaziglu Bey”, The Impaler Prince, and believe me, I was obliged to live up to my reputation.
“I skinned, boiled, decapitated, blinded, strangled, hanged, burned, roasted, hacked, nailed, buried alive, stabbed, impaled on stakes. You think it would have kept me entertained for a lifetime. But even that gets boring and I soon released Vlad to his own mind, quite impressed when he continued his reign of tyranny, (including the Forest of the Impaled, which was about 20,000 Turkish captives, impaled on stakes), finally to be ended when he was assassinated in 1476.
“But I grew tired of his antics. I lived in Hell, I’d seen more torture and hatred then humans can even imagine with the utmost creativity. Nothing could impress or surprise me and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to observe for another hundred years.
“It wasn’t for another few hundred years that I ever felt the desire to become human again, and instead, I’d simply watch (in whatever form I possess, even I’m not entirely sure) as humans created and destroyed, birthed and then murdered. Maybe I liked humans because they weren’t so far from being what I was. Evil. They are a tainted race and I recall thinking that as I lingered near a father beating his son.
“I don’t even imagine the child had done a thing, receiving repeated blows from his perfectionist of a father. Now up until this time, I had always allowed the captive to remain in the body of what I possessed, my own purpose only in the mind as I controlled them. But as I saw the inhumanity with which the father tortured the boy, I suddenly wanted to possess the beaten creature wholly and entirely. I didn’t want to be inside him. I wanted to BE him.
“I watched as his father ordered him outside, the bruises showing through on the back of his tiny legs. I stared into his eyes as he walked, trembling with every movement. It was the first time I had felt any sort of attachment to a human and there was this unbelievable desire to comfort him. I wanted to pull him to me, to feel the warmth of his human skin against me. But I had no form. I was nothing but a hidden angel watching over him.
“I observed him for months, his strange little habits, his strange little tears. I’d seen tears many times but this boy had the most unusual habit of crying over things that most people wouldn’t. He was the type that would get lost for hours in meadows and beneath trees and would shamelessly let the tears fall when simply observing a butterfly tear its way out of its cocoon.
“He appreciated beauty the way that I thought only I did. He would trace the patterns of color on his mother’s dresses and get choked up because of them. He would sit in church, struggling to listen when in fact, he could only see above him the saints and statues of a crucified Christ. He loved to paint and to draw and often received beatings from his ruthless father as a result of them.
“Adolf was to be a strong man, his father would lecture. He wasn’t about to let his boy grow up to be soft.
“But no one knew that young Adolf, at the age of 11 had a nasty fall. Well, not one quite so nasty as they imagined.” He chuckled. “Living across from the Benedictine monastery, Adolf’s goal was to become a priest. Of course, as I watched this, looming in my invisible presence on his roof, overlooking his window and seeing his obsession with the monastery, an idea occurred to me.
“Why should one so young waste a life of potential greatness? It was absurd! A young, healthy body, such as his own, could be of great use to me. And since he had every intention of discarding any possible status he may have achieved with it, I felt more than obligated to take it off his hands.
“And so I did. But not quite as I had planned. I didn’t want to grow up in that body. I had no intention of being controlled and harassed and thrown about in the form of a child. I’d seen the life they lived. But as Adolf fell, head cracking on that nasty rock, eyes watering with the registering pain, I knew that without me, he would die. You see, Adolf had the most wretched set of lungs you could imagine, passed down of course from his tyrant of a father.
“And as he lay there, looking up at the sky, his lungs shuddering to breathe as he hyperventilated, I knew this was either my chance to make it or my chance to lose it. There was one moment, as I gathered my energy, drawing up before diving into him that his eyes caught mine and for one second, he saw me in my truest form.
“ “Teufel!” he sputtered, pointing his finger at me, eyes large as he struggled to move. “Teufel!”
“I felt contours of whatever face I possess move into a smile and I dove into him, his body lurching backwards as he screamed in horror, holding his hand over his heart.
“ “Gott!” He screamed, twitching as he fought me. “Gott rette mich!”
“And so I took the plunge, casting his soul out of his body and taking over. I felt my essence move like a body into clothes, adjusting and feeling his muscles and skin cover over me. I felt warm and cold at the same time, taking my first breath of real human air, MY eyes opening for the first time.
“From the moment breath flew into me, I wanted to die again. I almost tore my way out from his body, almost reversed the entire ordeal as the pain and simple, every day aches of a human body overwhelmed me. To this day, I don’t know how they live so long in such frustration. And the emotional roller coasters each day!? Humans! They don’t even realize how eternally fucked up they are. Every bad experience coats them and sinks into their souls, damaging, ruining, rotting their very core.
“From the very first moments I was miserable, sitting there in that heavy skin, feeling his emotions like waves of the ocean slowly drowning me. Feeling his accursed hatred for his father, the soul reason that he sought so hard to be a priest. I knew his memories, laying on the floor of his room as his father beat him with the strap, crying out a thousand “ich bin sorry”s a minute.
“I knew his prayers as he cried out to God for a reason. For a purpose. The same questions humans ask every day of their life knowingly or not. I knew why he desired the priesthood over any other occupation, pledging his life into God’s service for the soul fact that deep in his heart, he wanted nothing more than to kill his father.
“Of course, I couldn’t concentrate on achieving my greatness with good ol’ Alois pissing on me every time I tried to succeed, so as you can imagine, it was time to get him out of the way. Besides, Adolf hated his father far too much to concentrate on the goal ahead, and since this hatred was so consuming, my very skin ached to see Alois die.
“So he did. Five years it took for my body to be strong enough. Five years of soul devouring hatred to burn to that climactic point where I knew it could go on no longer. It was always “Adolf du versager!” or “Adolf Sie sind nicht gut genug!”. So it had to end. Reaching with my inner power, conjuring up whatever mystical strength my human body could handle, I melted the flesh of his lungs, causing him to die of a Pleural Hemorrhage within days.
“After that, I was in my glory, learning my strengths and weaknesses, enjoying the fact that although I was now one of them, in all truth, I was nothing like these pathetic humans who suffer in silence. I studied science and history, indulging in mathematics and philosophy. I taught myself to paint as these humans did, infatuated with the colors I saw through human eyes, in love with the things I could create with but one sweep of my brush.
“The rest is left to history, as I learned very quickly, perhaps too quickly, that despite whatever unbiased, impartial opinion of ALL humans I had, prejudice was a sense of power to these lower creatures. The more you hated, the more you discriminated, the more popular you could become with those who agreed with you. And so my tyrannical reign began and to this very day, my name has been spoken by nearly every creature on this ball of dog shit.
“I could have lived forever in that body.
“You know I could have.
“But physical strength was a thing as foreign to Hitler as love for his father, and in all my vanity, I despised the idea of being a born-again weakling for all of my days. Besides, he was far too ugly to endure for much longer even with my help. And so, when the time came, when all hope was lost and Germany lay in ruins, I lifted out of Adolf’s body, returning his soul which had drifted along in a dormant state ever since it had been cast out. Screaming in horror, Adolf returned to his body, knowing as his brain flooded his subconscious with memories, that the blood of millions was dripping off his hands.
“Goaded on by Eva Braun, my long time mistress, Adolf not only poisoned himself, but put a bullet through his brain, within only hours of his return. And so it went, and I returned to Hell renewed and rejuvenated with a brand new purpose, Eva Braun, my once pure hearted pet in tote. I would find a beautiful creature, a strong creature to carry out my purposes. I would find a new pure heart to take with me to Hell. And as much as I searched, for as long as I searched, a spoiled Saiyan Prince soon found me.
“Coming to earth like that, tsk tsk Vegeta. I had spent no time at all searching for a pure heart, as my motives had changed in that regard and I desired nothing more than a beautiful host for my purposes. In sensing a power level that could have rivaled my own in Adolf’s lung weakened body, I appeared at the scene of a gory battle, seeing the fruits of your labor as you lay nothing more than a trampled, crushed bag of bruised flesh. And as I saw your face, your…….. precious face, I wanted nothing more than to have you as my own. I wanted to be part of you, to feel the sensation of your body covering my own mind, soul and body. And I would have had to watched you die at the hands of the Prince, as I hadn’t even noticed him in his ape form.”
I let out a slight gasp as the realization dawned on me.
“Yes, that’s right Goku,” He said, calling me by my human name. “it was I who sustained you in those last moments, as he tried to crush the life from your body, tried to bend and twist what was left of you between his very fingers. He would have succeeded you know. Why, you must have known. You must have pondered why it is that he didn’t grind you into gore, even as his hands held more than enough power to do it. It was I that held his fingers from their destination, gave your son the strength to beat Vegeta, gave that fat failure the once lived courage to strike when the time demanded.
“I would have let you live only until your last breath, forcing my way in and tossing your soul into a nameless existence outside of your body. But it wasn’t until the very last moment that I realized the devastating truth. I couldn’t possess you! There was no evil in your heart enough to sustain my form! And as you forgave the heartless Saiyan Prince, commending him, delivering him from death, I saw in your heart the purity that will forever haunt and entice me. Soulless monsters in hell, rot when it comes to fixating me. They’re all the same in the end, after the one goal of becoming better, becoming more evil.
“But a pure heart? Its like the secret appeal of a virgin. There’s just nothing like it really. A sanctity, a sacredness. And I wanted you for my own, as I had wanted nothing else in all my existence. The Saiyan Prince, returning to his normal form, caught my eye as you may have guessed. A beautiful, arrogant, selfish piece of work like him was perfect for my deed, his attractiveness stopping whatever source keeps my soul alive, my breathing coming to a halt as I glorified in a day well spent.
“And as your precious Saiyan Prince drew in his last breath, I met him at the very gates of Hell, running my hands through his hair and whispering promises of exultation in the after life, which of course, I fulfilled. Who do you think is supposed to be running Hell as we speak? Certainly not I in this body! It was an offer Vegeta couldn’t resist, surrendering his body, flesh and blood to me, his memories filling me like water in a basin. And along with that, came an immense and almost physically blinding desire for her, the scientist’s daughter young Vegeta had fallen for almost instantaneously on Nameck.”
Bulma looked up suddenly, mascara running down her cheeks.
“Vegeta had but one request along with all the powers in Hell.” He said kindly. “He wanted Bulma for his own, brought through the dimensions of the after life and delivered by myself into Hell.”
Bulma’s face turned pale, her lips starting to quiver again as she began to cry once more.
“Oh, but don’t look so dreadful Miss Briefs,” He laughed loudly. “for you see, in his own sick, twisted way, the Saiyan Prince has fallen quite in love with you. Very deeply in love I imagine. I can feel it in every movement I make, as true love, love that comes from deep, deep within, exists not only in the soul but also from the heart, the mind, the very veins and fibers of a body. Yes, every time I catch your eyes my precious,” He reached towards her, lifting her chin with his fingertips. “it’s like a magnetic force draws me forward.
“Vegeta loves you gorgeous. And second in command down there isn’t too shabby, trust me. Why,” He gave her his most charming smile which only frightened her. “had he showed not even the least amount of interest in you, part of me figures I would have taken you with me on this little field trip anyways, your beauty alone payment for a one way ticket.
“How does it feel, Kakarot? To know that your supposed consort is no better then I am? Oh but don’t fear me my love. You…. you Kakarot.” He turned suddenly towards me. “You’re the one I want.
“Inhabiting Vegeta’s body.. tearing myself from that cold, dead soil and feeling the breath of living lungs, my soul desire was to have you.” He moved towards me, bending down on his knees to face me. “The misery and despair, the helplessness and panic, the only thing that kept me from casting the heavy flesh off was the very thought that you might perish without me and your soul escape for an eternity into Heaven.
“I would have had the power to defeat Frieza, Vegeta’s hatred seeping out of his very core and poisoning my sanity as I drew ever closer to him. Such hatred. It was positively pouring out of him from deep in his heart and ever from his tainted memories. Had I not been sent to earth, I would have demolished him in only the most demented way possible, letting you watch as I slowly severed every member of his body. Oh, but Alois had it so well, Adolf’s hatred no where near the venomous level that Vegeta’s had reached. I protected you, Kakarot.
“I returned to Earth, laying in the grass, feeling the discontentment of a physical body and yet I knew in whatever heart I possess, that you lived. That you had the strength. The power enough to sustain yourself when I couldn’t be there.
“You were always the one I wanted. Don’t you know?” He pressed his lips to mine, letting me slowly relax into it against all logic. I couldn’t help myself, falling deeply into his kiss even as Bulma watched us in horror. This is what I wanted, this is what I needed. How couldn’t I see it all this time?
He pulled away from me smiling, his gorgeous eyes glittering with affection.
Even evil things can feel love Kakarot.” He whispered against my lips. “ I wanted you to fall in love with me. I couldn’t help my infatuation with you sexually and I fed off of that closeness like a drug. But I want you in the deepest way. Mine;” He kissed me. “soully, completely, perfectly.
“Come with me.”
I felt myself nod, felt him hold me tighter, his warm presence sinking into all the places that were empty only moments before. His hot mouth was against my throat and I could feel my body growing heated with the wonderful need for him. Surrender to him, I told myself. Stop denying what you are. Chi Chi is gone now, Bulma belongs to another. Where else do you fit in but right here?
Evil things can feel love…..
“No.” I whispered, pulling my mind away from his trance. “I won’t go with you.”
“What?!” he spat, his eyes growing into two cold slits. “What do you mean you WON’T go? You actually suspect you have a choice in this? Whether it be the easy or the hard way, Kakarot, you’re going. I’m just being fair in leaving the choice up to you.”
“No,” I said firmly, moving in closer to him. “You obviously don’t understand me. I won’t go with you under any circumstances.”
“Don’t you get it?!” he screamed, standing up. “This is the last scene! This is the last moment! There is no denying it, no fruitless attempts to stop the inevitable! Don’t you understand? I’ve WON! Maybe in YOUR pathetic world evil never wins, but not in mine. Welcome to the REAL universe, my love! Good just got its ass kicked!”
“I don’t believe you,” I hollered, matching my own tone to his as I clambered to my feet. “This isn’t the end! Evil will never triumph over good, not in this world, not in my lifetime!”
“But now you know the truth,” He replied. “You know how impossible it all seems yet you cannot deny that I’m telling you the truth. So it all came to be, Satan, Lucifer, Devil, Beelzebub, Mephistopheles, Evil, I, incarnated into the body of a heartless Saiyan Warrior. A Prince of Darkness, no less. Oh, and you WILL be mine, Kakarot. Make no foolish plunders about that. This planet is doomed, and when I leave, you and your stupid little pure heart are coming right with me to Hell!”
“I will NEVER go with you Vegeta, Satan, whoever you are.”
He rolled his eyes, trying to visibly calm himself. He smoothed down his tight white shirt, shaking his head and ruffling his gorgeous hair. “Ah, but don’t be so hasty my love.” He told me in a calm, sweet voice. “I know I’ve been so cruel in my delivery, but Hell can be so much more than you’ve ever dreamed of. Your wasteful time with these pathetic humans poisons your mind with images of fire and torment. But Hell can be as beautiful as Heaven if you so wish it.” He cradled my cheek in his hand. “Kakarot, I can make it everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever desired.”
“I don’t belong in Hell with you.” I whispered. “You can’t give me everything I want when the underlining of it all is pure evil. I won’t go and there’s no way God would allow you to do it.”
“God, God, God.” He roared, throwing his hands into the air and turning away from me. “Do you REALLY think he cares about you? About this whole self destructive planet? Please. One measly soul on one measly planet. Human influence has made you positively blind! You think the earth is the center of the universe?” He gave a smart-ass grin. “Hm. Maybe ONE universe. God won’t even notice it’s gone. A grain of sand on a grain of sand.”
“I don’t believe you.” I stammered. “I know God…… I…. know Him.”
“Oh but you so easily miss the truth don’t you?” He snarled. “What way to be closer to God than through one of His first born creations? His own blessed Angel incarnate, offering you a chance to stand by his side through eternity.”
“No. You’re a flaw…… a mistake!”
“God is perfect, Kakarot. Isn’t He? You think that He creating me without knowing the outcome? You think He makes mistakes? That’s rather blasphemous. He needs me you idiot! He made me for a reason. There are no accidents when it comes to Him! What is good if there is no evil? What is blessed if there are no accursed?” His voice was shaking the walls.
“There is no Heaven without Hell!”
“But why bring me with you?!” I screamed.
“Because you want it!” He cried. “You’ve always wanted it. In reality, in your dreams!”
“You influenced me! You GAVE me those dreams. Fuck! You tricked me!”
“I set you free!” he countered. “I set you free in a way you’ve never even DREAMED of!”
“The preacher, the signs, the random people.” I screamed, pointing at him. “It was YOU! You all along making me THINK that it was me who caused the evil that’s taken place.”
“Well,” he smirked, cocking his head to the side. “the devil takes on many forms. And you’re right, you did accuse yourself of being the root of all evil. Of being the mastermind, unwillingly and unknowingly of all this carnage and despair. You alone you blamed for the deaths of billions.” He rolled his eyes. “You flatter yourself. You knew the truth. You only wanted to pretend, just as you always have. You would die to believe that there is more to you than flimsy faith and innocence!”
“I hate you.” I seethed, turning away from him. “I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
“Ah, but you love me.” He taunted ruthlessly. “You need me.”
“Vegeta, loved you!” I cried. “That’s why he so easily surrendered his body to you. There was nothing pure…or….. or good in him. His soul was EMPTY. And you will NEVER control me as you did him.”
I stared hard into his furious eyes, my voice and words portraying hope when my heart was betraying me in my chest, pounding with fear and desire for him.
“You think I don’t already?” he hissed. “You think I don’t have you as we speak? You lie. Even now your soul is drawn towards me. If I gave the word, you would bow to my will.”
He was suddenly right behind me, grabbing me through my pants. I closed my eyes, letting out a wisp of air as he jerked me off through my clothes, my desire a traitor to my cause.
“I could take you right now,” He breathed, kissing the side of my throat. “and you’d barely whisper the words enough to stop me.”
“No,” I whispered. “No, that’s not true.”
“Isn’t it though?” I felt his smile on my neck. “You know in your heart I speak the truth.”
“The Devil is a liar. A tempter.” I insisted, still trying to pry his hand off my cock.
“You wanted Vegeta even before he went to Hell.” His voice was so quiet, I could barely hear it. “You wanted him from the moment you first laid eyes upon him. Seeing him stand there, hated, evil, proud. You wanted to FUCK that pretty, tight ass right then and there, didn’t you?” He laughed, pressing hard against my cock. I was nearly about to climax, trying desperately to stop myself.
“You wanted it.” He laughed. “You wanted him. But mostly, you wanted to BE him. Face it my beloved one. You want this body and you want the monster inside it.”
