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assumption in realistic dynamics. People we meet regularly, coworkers, neighbours, friends and even romance interests, all taken for
granted even though at a deeper level we do know that they change.
One thing that even the deepest level of sub-consciousness never
assumes as anything but static is family, especially your parents,
your siblings, they never disappear. At least that is what another one
of those nave young men assumed, always having them in his life.
Stan Reynning was not much different in this respect. He had always
respected his father, a banking company executive, well known for
having the most cunning mind he had ever come across. He loved his
sister even though she always jabbed him for being the black sheep of
the family. He did not mind that though, as it was actually true. His
whole family had been in the banking business while he became a
computer network specialist, although he knew that he could have
been anything that he wanted in his life, being a jack of all trades. His
mother had divorced when he was a child, so she was little more than
an outsider in his life comprising of his father and sister.
Stan!
A girl shouted, waving a hand in front his face, his violet eyes looking
completely dull. He slowly tilted his head in her direction taking in
her completely black attire, most suited for the occasion.
You know, she said solemnly, if you want to vent your thoughts, I
am there.
Maybe she really meant what she said but Stan could sense the
formality in her tone that suggested a degree of nonchalance to his
plight.
Leave me alone, he said blankly.
The girl withdrew sensing his frustration and ambled away to the
crowd that was leaving after the ceremony. A few mumbles of Kira
could be heard from them before someone would shush them.
Cowards, he thought. How could they sympathise with him, give
those pitiful words when they were afraid of a murderer. They would
never dare to oppose him, the God of the new world, Kira, a being
who delivered ultimate judgement upon those he deemed criminal
enough to be killed. Stan now understood that he was no God; he was
the devil in the guise of an angel of justice. He wanted to strike down
Kira right now, bring him in front of the whole world, and let him out
in front of those countless people who had lost their loved ones at his
hands. He wanted so much more than to simply oppose him by
forming awareness group with some people and criticise him online.
Even that sort of rebellion was minutely small since opposing Kira
was almost equivalent to making enemies with God himself, a God
who could end their lives with a simple heart attack.
Damn it! All of you for supporting Kira.
Stan shouted out at the throngs of people exiting the cemetery. A few
of them looked at him pitifully, but continued outside walking faster
due to the rain that was beginning to pour. This merely incensed him
further as he started running away from them into the woods
surrounding the cemetery, not even paying heed to the fact that he
could get completely drenched.
He really wanted to harm Kira in the most cruel ways that he could
imagine, but he was invincible in a way, and his method of action was
definitely supernatural; how then could he, a mere human even bother
him. He wanted to find someone that knew more about the Kira case
than the normal people. Someone, who knew about the supernatural
angle of this case, that police would simply dismiss. If only he could
find Kiras method of murder, he would understand what Kira really
was.
I am the one who can help you with that and for what I am, he said
eloquently with a dramatic pause, My names Ophian. I am a
Messor, a God of death.