“You call this a punishment? A sentence? Ha! What joy I have had, what fun this exile has been.
This world is mine, my ball to play with.
These creatures have given me many names, and I love every single one of them, Homicide, Matricide, Patricide, Fratricide, Infanticide... Genocide, my personal favourite.
As the whim takes me I send them war, slaughter and destruction.
I taste their suffering, savour it, gulp it down.
I have guided their hands and minds to the creation of their new weapons, and I shall guide them to turning the keys and entering the codes, and that done I shall hunt down the remnants and turn them one against the other, for this species deserves nothing less than total annihilation.”
“Yes, and when you have succeeded in emptying your world of playthings, then your sentence shall truly begin, an eternity of nothing, an immeasurable time of boredom, of inactivity.
That is to be your punishment.”
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.