The rich king of death

The world has come to peace.
Even those who were hidden.
Didn't have enough lucky.
Now all humans were eradicated.
Floating in the air like dust.
Or even ashes from their bones.
* The King took some steps outside, breathing the cleanest air in the world. *
So many years in existence.
So many members that failed.
So many brothers that have joined.
So many bodies on the ground.
So many ways of torture.
So many ideas spreading.
So many possible and impossible worlds.
Endless or even an infinite amount of them.
And only I was able to stop the sinners.
Which have existed for too long.
Long enough, I would rather say.
* The King had a large number of years existing on Earth, likely billions of years since he was born. *
I've tortured, abused, and pleased myself with humans.
They were a disgusting parasite.
They would never do something right.
They would never think something right.
Now I am alone in the center of earth.
Now there is no future species that will stop animals from evolving.
Now I will never get to see the shadows again.
Now there is no evilness here...
Now they are in hell.
Now I am absurdly rich.
Now there are no more screamings.
Now there are no regrets.
Now there are no souls in pain.
I think the souls screaming in pain because of me was fun...
But at the end...
I had nobody on my side.
When I tell to them that I was a god...
They laugh because I didn't have proofs...
And now they are down the graves...
Searching for a never coming end of their suffering...
But I told them a truth, why didn't they listen to it?
Was it because of my ugly appearance?
Was it because of my lack of human behavior?
Humans, and specifically girls, don't think for nobody.
They will only have time and care for you when you are rich.
They will only look for you when you do something wrong.
They have the strange ability to never be there when you do something good.
And now where are they?
Down where the light doesn't help you out.
But still, even hell knows who I am, and messisng with me does not worth it.
Not even a 1010100th amount of gold would worth the pain I will make...
*chuckle*
Is very funny to torture humans.
They affect themselves from living.
Money will always be behind them... at every nanosecond of their existence...
And even with that in mind, they didn't remove the use of it.
Now where had the money lead them to?
To their death.
Not own death, but death caused by me.
Giving rights to womans of this ages is not good, its just not...
They think they control everything and that everything was made by them.
But it wasn't like that at all.
It would even be better to enslave them instead of making them feel free...
A wonderdul world from which I, the greatest demon of hell, have freed from parasites.
Black is not good for physical beings, it is negative and are not equal to being normal.
At the end, I am just portraying my lord's emotion and opinions...
Hmmm...
This beautiful world will be the next generation.
Thiw world is free from the pain I made.
* The King did something weird to the world to humans, he did the unspeakable. And as he lost his mind in thoughts, "it would be better to dance" he told, happily grabbing a radio of his never-ending radio sources. *
Many possibilities have been opened.
I have done everything to be worth it.
There is no other way that I haven't pointed.
I told them that I was God.
They laugh, saying I was 'nun.'
I didn't understand why did they say nun.
I think it was an Internet thing.
What a strange language they speak.
But I never understand their laugh.
When I was the richest man.
Why did they laugh?
In what they thought?
They laugh at me just for saying the truth.
I am the King.
I am the God.
I am torture.
I am the King and God of torture.
I am As-go-rath.
The devil under my pants...
* The King Asgorath lied, he wasn't born on this lands. He teleported back, to the world that made him laugh. The most unique relic in 
Asgorath memories, remembering the debts he had to pay long ago, he wanted to rteurn the favor back. *
I think they did laugh at my money...
But that doesn't matter...
I mean, they don't exist anymore.
Now they are in hell.
Suffering from all their sins and false beliefs.
No one so far was good.
No one so far has represented some good virtue of heaven.
No one so far was planned.
No one so far has had a good reasoning of life.
No one except for me.
I was blessed by the creators themselves.
They told me what to do.
And I couldn't do anything more than follow them.
It was there rules after all.
* The King, who was just a mere aspect of the hate of Asgorath, gave his speech. Born in a post-apocalyptic world, people even in the worst conditions were still just as bad as always, still even with that disgusting mood of "selling for money" when they were all under the rules of the mad King, absolutely stupid and meaningless beings who can't even think for themselves, thinking that God would help them out, but they were just suffering the most. *
The least I can do now...
Is to sing...
There is nothing more I could do...
But just to sing with my lips...
* And so The King, with nothing more to do, started singing for four more years until he got bored and leave to keep with the narrative plot. His legacy was not ended, but just the first planet he could successfully and easily remove the plague from expanding. *
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