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THE STORY I TELL IS THAT OF MINE, AND ONE THAT HAS BEEN THE BAIN OF OTHER'S LIVES, BUT HAVE NO FEAR FOR MY LIFE IS ENDED AND THIS CURSE BEEN SHORTENED TO MY GRAVE.
At the turn of the 18th century I was a young clerk just out of school, I had much to give to the world. Yet the truth had a different purpose for me. I awaited a start of a life, given to me by my parents, but that day never came, I had not a shilling nor a hope. I found the world a cold and harsh place, far from my imaginations reach. I began to crumble under the stresses of the world. I lost all morality and ethics and began to rob and steal. Money drove me, hate pursued me, and love evaded me. Finally I had enough money to start my own business, with a more legitimate claim. I traded stocks and did well, my hate and spite grew with every penny Then I was afflicted by that disease so many wanted.... Love, a simple notion of good and evil, and what to want and what to need. Love seems to define humans from apes. Love gives the world hope . I found this a most fruitful weakness with-in our mind, a button ready to be pushed. The hate of this gift of joy, the gift I had been denied, destroyed all others around me as I crushed their hearts under the steel of greed and despair. Their hearts fuel for the monster growing inside me. My home was the world, a place to small for my ego and malice. I would have destroyed the world if it weren't for the deeds of others and of their better standards. I was a lord of all Europe, even the Queen Of England bowed to me, I had no title ,but my power need no introduction, my strength formed from trade and the greed of men. I controlled every transaction in every city, I was the man behind the curtain. My downfall came from when my greed weakened and my hate subsided, I was growing soft. These tools that had served me and had destroyed others now was pointing in my direction. My enemies saw my crippled form, I had let my guard down. The market that gave me everything had crashed and I was forced from billions to pennies. I was forced to become a peddler, lower than the others I had killed and ruined. The few that survived knew my face, they strung me up to a tree by my arms, cut open my stomach an left me to die. I died only in two minutes, just long enough for them to remove my skin from my legs. So, now you know what evil has sent me here to
guard the souls of men. To help those lost.
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