'Humane'. Such an ironic word. 'To show compassion or benevolence', is what it means. Humans kill animals, take their lives, just for food, and they call their methods 'humane'.
Humans really are so compassionate, to kill animals and eat their flesh and boil their bones for food, aren't they? So merciful indeed.
But aren't humans also animals? They are also a part of the animal kingdom. So, what if I played around a bit, and said, "Humans really are so humane, to kill people in the most merciful way possible."
"So what does 'humane' really mean, then?" Haha, if I said that to them, they'd probably look at me like I was crazy.
Hmmm.
I've been becoming increasingly twisted these days. Was it because all my past weaknesses were splayed out for the world to see? Or was it because I was stuck in a horrific torture instrument for two days and cried my eyes out? Or perhaps it was because of my pervert butler, who became increasingly moody and loud as time went by?
Well, I should think about this later. Right now, I was reviewing papers about the demons' recent... troublemaking with humans. I couldn't help it, sometimes I really wanted to eradicate those pests, even if they were my subjects. It was still hard to make them obey me. Even when I killed their highest ranks (which wasn't a very good way of showing my superiority, I admit, but I wanted to, so I did), apparently, since demons have been so ruthless in the past as well, they didn't seem very fazed or bothered by it, which is why they continued to bug the humans, thus constantly peppering me with annoying files about their merrymaking and socializing.
Damn, if I wasn't so entertainment-crazed, I would have eradicated those vermin long ago.
If I ever go back to Earth, maybe I could see Jacob again to lighten my mood like before...
<Who's Jacob, Master?>
Gah! Shit, that scared me half to death.
The meddlesome butler appeared in front of me, cutting my train of thoughts off, looking at me with a patented mom-expressionless-smile while leaning forward with blazing eyes.
Did I never mention Jacob in my thoughts before? Hmmm, I guess not, huh. Actually, I don't recall mentioning him in my review of internal monologs about my past life, either.
Listening into my thoughts again, aren't you, pervert?
"Hng... don't call me p-pervert, Master~ I, I~"
My face was still passive as I watched him fiddle around and fidget while looking at me with coy eyes. Up to your usual antics, now are you, pervert?
"Ahhh~ Master~"
"Shut up. You've become too loud, again."
Miro drew his lips closer to mine and tried to claim it, but I just used my handy-dandy rolling chair and skid to the other side of the office. Before taking my frappuccino, by the way. Because frappuccinos are awesome, and I need me some frap when Pervert gets all loud. Well, at least he forgot about Jacob.
"Master, hng~ who is, haaah, Jacob?"
Tch. I forgot this fucker could read minds. Just got to concentrate, Alice. Don't think of Jacob. Yes, no... no... not Jacob... the... no! Move your mind to something other than that person... ahhh, pineapple cheesesticks.
Ah, yes, the pineapple of that cheese and stick. Something I always wanted to eat in my past life but did not dare, for it was too much of a gamble, and I was afraid I'd lose my taste buds. The pineapple and the cheesetick. A wonderful, but daring combination for the ages. Mmm-hmm. Yup yup.
<Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob Jacob...>
Fuck.
That's playing dirty, dude.
Ahhh, the memories are coming back.
Damn my perfect preserved memory, everything is so vivid. Curse my competence in memorization.
I'm just too good for my own good, aren't I... sigh. Now the pervert knows, the pervert is going to be moody and loud again.
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I met Jacob when we were in college. Well, I guess he would be in college and I would have already graduated, since I attended early. I was still younger than him by three years, though. A bit mind-bending there, eh?
I was out, getting drunk, you know how I do, on a Friday night. A usual Friday night, where I feel crappy and just want to kill everyone in the damn world. I went back to my old bar, for an inexplicable reason. The bar which held a lot of fond memories for me.
And there I met Jacob. I was interested in his wallowing appearance. Misery loves company, after all. We talked. About our problems. Jacob talked about how being the top student at a top college is so pressuring, and I talked about how dealing with crappy employees and partners is makes me want to murder everyone in this damn world. He laughed at my word choice.
I met up with him, every day since then. We'd talk, we'd laugh, we'd smile... before passing out dead drunk and being carried back home.
Soon, he confessed to me. And I accepted. It's not one of those, 'Kyaaaa *blush* I-I-I d-don't know wh-wh-what to say *stutter* I'm so *tears in eyes* happy!' from those shoujo mangas that my friends from high school loved to read, but more like. 'Sure, dude.' I don't know, I like him, and he liked me, and that was it. No flowers or that sniffling shit, just plain and simple, like I liked.
I guess the reason I accepted his offer was because I liked being around him, and I clicked with him, which never really happened before. He made me laugh. I felt happy with him. I never really considered a 'romantic' aspect of dating, so I just shrugged it off, which would probably be frowned apon by shoujo manga fans for the lack of buildup and dramatic acting.
We met up more and more. I showed him around my company. We had fun. I might have started developing 'love' for him? But I don't know. It was pretty ambiguous. But it made me happy, so it didn't really matter then.
Perhaps, if he gave it more time, if he let me understand whatever was going on, I would come to love him, and might even reciprocate his 'romantic affection'. If he gave me a little more time. Just a bit more.
But he didn't.
He was impatient.
He wanted it to be fast.
So when I finally came to terms with my 'love' and went to go to his apartment, guess what I discovered.
I discovered he was a shitty stereotypical cheating bastard.
Ahahaha, that was a great way to come to terms with my feelings. Wonderful way, really.
The next day, I cried and confessed my love to him! He felt his heart thump and he ran forward and hugged me before ridding himself of his mistress and coming back to treasure me again! I forgave him, and embraced him wholeheartedly!
Yeah right, no I didn't! If you think this is over, it's not! Because he broke my oh-so-fragile little heart, that went all 'Kyaaa! Doki-doki love love ♡' all for him.
Why would I ever forgive a cheating bastard like him?
My personality is a bit... strong. When I set my sights on something, or someone, if they get taken away from me, or run away...
Well, let's leave the rest up to you.
This is the true ending of the story.
The next day, I invited him over to my mansion for a drink. I sent him back, half-drunk, and hired some thugs to beat him black and blue. He returned to school with a broken nose and a swollen face. I sent one of my 'assistants' to go to school and attend the same classes as him.
I sabotaged his perfect record.
I spread rumors.
I broke his reputation.
I incited campus bullying.
I watched him slowly crumble under me, like the pathetic pest he was.
And soon, when he could no longer withstand it...
He came running to me.
The rich, brilliant, powerful me.
His only salvation.
And do you know what I did? When he came to me in such a pitiful, loving manner?
I exposed his cheating for the whole world to see.
I showed him, physically, that I was the one behind his misfortune.
I pushed him to the brink.
Until he couldn't go on anymore.
Name: Jacob Smith
Cause of Death...
Suicide.
Hmmm... what a wonderful way for my first love to end, don't you think?