Destiny

[jammi]

I paced around my room, looking first at my book before tossing it aside in disgust. I was bored, the monochrome existence I had lived up until that moment disturbing and frustrating me. Those around me were obstacles. What right did they have to oppose a genius?! Most of all my fool-father. Soon he would be dealt with though, but first he had his uses.

I wandered the hallways, looking for a subject. Something to profile, to test to the limits. Ive already taken the hound. That was uncooperative. How can a genius progress when those around him are unwilling and dull? I supposed I had best talk to my father before he attempted to thwart my rise to power further more. Sabotage, conspiracy. How do these people not realize who I am?

I knock on the door, and see the old man peer through the peephole. Petrified in his own home... He was weak, ready to fall. And fall he would, Id ensure it. All that was his would rightfully be mine. Conquest of the strongest. Sabotage, conspiracy. Divide and conquer.

What do you want my son? He croaked like the infirm schemer he was. He was unfit to wear the title Lord, he clutched, wrapped around him like a shroud. I ignored him and pushed into his room, peering around with open contempt.

I want to move father. To New Berlin. The University there is more suited to my studies. Dean Harman himself has told me so. I spoke coldly. My father studied me quizzically for a moment, before I saw the familiar weasel-like look spreading across his face. He thought he had won. He had been looking for a way to get rid of me for months. The fool was playing directly into my hands, as I thought he would. He was pathetically predictable.

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