Prologue

Part 2:

Divion POV

I was taken away.

It was sooner than I though.

I always expecting the unexpected.

I'm not afraid of dying but face it with an open arms.

But my death was too soon... too soon.

I didn't fear anyone not my enemies and their plots.

I was closer to my goal but was only taken by an unexpected nobody.

There is one and only thing I fear the most.

Yes, my sister.

I'm afraid of what she is capable of doing.

I knew she was hungry for love. Like me, she always re-leaving the beautiful past and the tragedy along with it but in a extreme way.

She was just a child at that time when our parents died and had witness the horrific scene.

On her 6th birthday, we were celebrating on a private ship we rented. Only me, my sister, mother and father. You might wondering why we were the only one is in the party. You probably thingk were too eccentric to invite guests, but that was not the case as many empty tables with people's name was written on each chair. Most of it was my mother's relatives side...

My father was an orphan but wasn't adopted as he grew up without feeling the love of parents. That made his heart numb towards called love and hasn't acknowledge it as he viewed it as a hindrance.

He strive towards the future. He was shameless. No, shameless is not the right word. He just didn't care towards mockery of the people around him.

He started as a scholar in the one of most prestigious school that only accept rich and powerful, but the scholarship didn't include his living expenses, so he applied to be a janitor. The requirements of being a scholar in that school was impossible to attain to begin with, but father passed it with flying colors and the first one to succeed.

No one is happy. Not the examiner the teacher or the board of directors, meaning, he was hated by the top dog that managing the school because the fist person to passed it was just a nobody.

The first few months was hard. He was penniless when he entered the school and was miles away of his previous home, and no advance payment was given. No, his supervisor pocketed it and tell him a believable lies.

He was still fortunate. Rich people tend to waste good food. For months, he ate food in the trashcan and receive a mockery and insult from the students who had seen him in the broad daylight eating scrap of food. Shameless? Maybe but. he just doesn't care.

His clothes is always plain, his shoes has holes in it, and his face was too plain to cause attention or sympathy. But he still values hygiene. He knew since as a child he doesn't have resources to waste. He couldn’t afford to waste money for expensive toothpaste so he only use salt, his hair was professionally self cut and he takes bath two times a day, using discarded bulk of soap from hotel trash and rain water he accumulated to wash.

Beside the mockery and insult, there is no bullying. There's a reason for that.

His eyes was like blades and was blazing with fire, a pure born eastern descent in the second world and in a school full of western elite. Anyone who look into his eyes could tell he was not a pushover. Due to lacking of money, he was very resourceful that was cultivated at a young age. He was a survivor. His stoic face and a man of few words, he looked like he hd been into war and people cautious to him.

Meeting my mother change his perception of life. She was viewed as an ice beauty as she didn't talk just to anyone and recognized as one of the most beautiful in the world. Added to his status as an retail heiress and a conservative person, she was a sought after throughout the campus.

The long grudges and hate starts after the graduation, when the top beauty kneel in front of a plain looking man, holding a golden ring and proposing “Please marry me!” but only ignored by the man as he walks away from the frozen crowd that the only noise was the footsteps that was leaving away.

Mother still hasn't given up and continued chasing father. She followed him to his shabby house and lived with him, ignoring the cold of the night as she sleep outside the door for days with a luggage as a pillow, three days was the limit to allow her to enter but only allowed to sleep on the floor.

Living together slowly change father as he warming up to the pitiful woman.

He later was introduce to my late grandfather which I hadn't chance meeting. Grandfather surprisingly took a liking on him which cause the wrath of his associates because of their sons fancied mother.

Father got a job as an assistant and personal attendant for mother. Grandfather died after a few years and mother took over the business and they were now a couple after settling their differences.

It was a long struggles. Everyday until my parents died and until I died was like living in a front war. Jealousy crept on the sons that fancied mother and now was part of the company. Jealousy of what father had accomplished and struggled his way out of poverty was the caused.

The egoistic and conceited bunch think they could do better if they were in the same position as father, a bunch of spoiled rich kids that hasn't even experiencing one day without food think they can out-perform father, I could only laugh out loud and ridicule their statement.

Father was hated by just living the same standard as the super rich. Hating the fact he got the most beautiful wife that the wealthiest person usually bragging about. Hating the fact that his wife was not wooed of seduction of money as many attempts of much richer than father.

Hating the fact that mother was submissive to my father and like a pet who only wishes for her master's well-being. And hating the fact that father's company is rapidly continuing expanding.

A simple fact that they just hate father.

The assassination was an unexpected and properly executed planning was put on the performance. All the crew was included. The fight was like a block buster movie of mob gangs in the restaurant shielding from the bullets using tables.

We suspected an attack after seeing an unnatural movement of the crew. So we readied ourselves.

Luckily our family was a firearms enthusiast and was good at handling guns. Mother always carrying guns, strapped on her legs ready to fire any second for the often perverts that think mother just a frail woman with only face for display, only to be pointed a gun at them, in her dress that didn't show skin too much skin.

Father always prefer state of the art weapon. A new smart gun was develop that could shot targets 100% accuracy even the aim was millimeters away off the target.

Same as father, I too carry an state of the art weapon, a smart gun. I was aware of the dire consequences of rich people often get kidnapped and ransomed. And to protect myself,

I practiced shooting along with father and mother to our private firing range.

I also trained kick boxing and fencing for additional self-defense.

That time was the first time I’ve taken an actual persons life, not a game animal but and actual humans.

After of minutes of struggles, mother just died instantaneously, she was shot in the head, her eyes was open and looking in front of my little sister, who was frozen still; unable to process what had happen.

I'm not in the position to be shock or time to mourn, for my little sister frozen in shock, I shot like a possessed human and killed a few. Father was in rage and single handed killed half of the enemies which by the way 21 people.

A moment of silents as both sides needs to reload. I met the eyes of my father. The dark eyes that I inherent from him is looking at me with a meaningful gaze. Even without words I knew what I have to do. I grab my sister's waist and onto my shoulders.

She was lifelessly still, but I know she was warm and alive.

I run towards the glass window. There was no time to think, I didn't know the layout of this ship, but the nearest exit was the window and ram it hard, causing glass to shattered and shards of glass hit my eyes. I ignored the bleeding left eye that nearly cause me to be permanently blind.

Fortunately or unfortunately, I didn't see father's death as he covers me while I was running. It takes 3 seconds to run and crash and passes to the glass window and directly onto the water, but that 3 seconds was like eternity, as if time itself slows down greatly.

I and my sister was thrown in the water. Luckily the ship only travels within the shoreline and we were rescued by the patrolling coastguard that was shock and alerted, because of me carrying a gun and bleeding left eye and wondering why we were on the sea.

That day change my sister and mine's lives forever. I was living for my sister and my vengeance to those who wronged us. Feeling empty, I seek multiple relationship but was in vain. I didn't feel loved towards any women I slept with, they were a top class beauty comparable to mother's but I didn't feel the fairytale like romance that my parent had.

Only my sister could melt my frozen heart. My facade was a topnotch. I could fake a smile with a wrinkle showing on the sides of my eyes, making it believable, my negotiation skill was exceptional that led my success deals as I was friendly to show. I smiled to the crowd of impoverish people, looking sympathized at their situation, deceiving them and exploiting them.

My good looks earned me a celebrity status and was often called saint as I reduced deaths and malnourished children in the impoverish continent. Sweet words and cheap expired goods to fill their stomach only takes to capture their heart, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, they eat biscuit made of mud and salt to begin with.

I was not happy whatsoever. My status and accomplishment sucked me to the innermost system that runs the world. And I challenge it with a brave heart.

I did not fear the challenge. My fear was gone after my parents died.

But I now fear.

I realized my fear after father and mother died.

I fear my sister. I fear for my sister.

It might sound the same but different meaning.

Since she was a child, she was different than the other of her age. That led many complication as she grew up. She hardly interact with anybody outside the family she never even look at them eye to eye.

It was not shyness when I was seeing those eyes. She is looking down the called human beings with a calculative gaze of her. It's fortunate enough that looking down eyes of her was not directly towards her family then we could get in trouble.

Like my father, me and my sister stand and proud what we were doing. Father always preach about life experiencing. His experience to be exact.

Me and my sister didn't believe in any religion. It was shallow and narrow. If there was a god, he would be universal and has a major physical evidence of his existence. He couldn't bother a small planet filled with greed.

Being an atheist is not an acceptable choice in society. My parents let us choose for ourselves. The Russian orthodox church or Shinto, we choose the latter. I rather listen religious folk lore that lacking formal dogma and its values, than ideals with slightly Marxist religious teaching.

I knew my sister is planning something yet I ignore her action and pretend I'm unaware. What would've happen if she know? That's the question.

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister so much I am willing to shield her from harm. Like I did before I died...

She's too much capable than she given a credit. She was young and naive, Yet she is too smart that the world isn't ready for the likes of her. That's why I'm afraid of her. She'll destroy herself...

I blame myself.

I didn't put much effort. I should just sell the company and live as an ordinary citizen with my sister and lived in the countryside. But I was driven for vengeance and drag my sister in the never ending cycle of life and death. And I doubt my enemies and father's will let us lived happily and in-fact leaving us too much vulnerability if we lot our value. I have no choice to ascend, higher than anyone. To save my sister from self-destruction and to save the world along with it.

Her feverish gaze when she looked at me wasn't overlook. I might not know what she is planning, but her look when she looked at me was not a sister admiring her brother.

The cause of father and mother had caused my sister to depend of me emotionally and spiritually. She's smart but she's still a child. She must have realize that her vulnerability outside of her comfort zone after our parents death. That led her to cling on me strongly, after all, I am the only one has left to her.

I first thought that it was only a platonic love between siblings.

I blame myself for not doing enough.

I blame myself for being a lolicon pervert that likes to be whipped by his little sister. I also blame the starving hyenas that is close to dying for giving me too much stress and cause me to ask for help from my sister.

She often jokes around that are related to sex.

And I know she isn't joking.

I sometimes considering sleeping with her many times. But that's just wrong in many level.

My carnal desire was always in its highest peek. Having multiple relationship helped me elevate my desire or else I might have already attack my little sister and there was no turning back when that happen.

My desire for my sister's flesh elevated after I discovered an underage prostitute when I was on my business travels in Vietnam and was just passing time in a brothel.

I curse my ranging libido when I saw her. She was the same height, same face and black eyes as my sister. The only differences was their skin color and slightly diffidence in body proportion. Her skin was brown and had too many blemish and healed wounds caused by the men mistreating her.

My sister skin was soft and porcelain white. I have personality taken good care of my sister whether its food or hygiene. Her young and tender body, so soft like marshmallow and childish face yet there is a signs of maturity which I much protested. They are all mine...

I know it's wrong to have sex with an underage, much less a same face as my sister. But my lust took over and gained its victory. I was rough at her, much rougher than anyone I slept with. I didn't realize I have another beast within me much powerful than the first. The little girl fainted many times. I caress her the way I do with other woman I slept with but much more affectionately.

I blame my father for my high sex drive and stamina in bed. No wonder mother always feels satisfied and had a womanly gloss that still remain all this years.

I stayed for a week there and paid overprice for that girl. and receive a complaints from my real sister back home for not going home for a week, she was alone and eating preservative foods. Meanwhile I was having one week of continuous carnal desire.

That girl had become rich after I have done it with her. I paid a fortune enough for her to lived a luxurious life and also ask take a plastic surgery.

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What I did to her was pure lust. I didn't sympathized her because I was already used seeing underage prostitute in the African continent, and I wasn't a sympathetic person to begin with. That beautiful face her should only left for my sister to have.

Secretly lusting my sister had caused me to become more possessive and obsessive of her, while rejecting her advances, it was like a new form of mental torture. I still have my morals and values that father whipped in me, without it, I might have become a animal in heat.

Father might walk out to his grave and cut my junior if he knew my dark desires, while mother will hunt me in my dreams like a vengeful spirit.

The last thing I want is my sister finding out that I was lusting over her. I also secretly put hidden cameras in the bathroom and her bed while I masturbate on the recorded video of her being naked or sleeping, who knows what might happen is she found out.

Yeah, that's about it, I'm a siscon, lolicon pervert and proud of it.

But as an onichan for my sister, I must remain my morals and values in check if I still have those after my parents death....

But I will not lay my hand on my sister. Maybe...

Now, where was I. Yeah... I died. I was currently floating in a dark space, and in front of me was a big white swirling vortex. An hour goes by after my death, I didn't feel I was getting closer. It could be a mile away from me or light years away. My understanding of perspective was a mess.

Light particles appearing suddenly everywhere as its getting sucked in slowly in the white vortex.

The white particles was actually a human shaped, base of the outline of it's body. I know because a meter beside me is a white glowing , naked woman. She's plain though and considered a background character in the story and she wore a confused look.

Mysteriously, I'm not naked, I wore my armani black suit that I was wearing the day I died. It must be that this one of the condition when you died.

I could only pity that plain woman. She must have died in the bathroom or while having sex I think. I sigh in relieve. Even though I died, I still at my best look. As expected of elitist me.

Glad I didn't wear my bondage costume...

*****

“'Sigh' sister... I hope you don't do something stupid” [Divion]

I didn't think the warm hug me and my sister did yesterday would be the last. As if the gods is jealous of our relationship.

Yesterday was like any peaceful day. After spoiling myself with my fetish with the help of my sister, I cooked dinner for two.

“Hmm... yummy! Onichan really knows how to please a woman” [Diana]

I cooked spaghetti with vegetable. I made sure it compliments the taste of the vegetable in it. But my little imp sister avoided the little green things. Dammit girl, that's vegetable are expensive, not to mention its DNA modified to be super nutritious.

“Hey! Eat your green or do you want me to shove it to your mouth” [Divion]

I put my most menacing glare. When it comes to my sister's well-being, I need to be strict. I do love her petite body but I'm really worried about her body because it hasn't grown for more than 6 years. I blamed father's genes for this.

“Ugh... but it's bitter! It's not like I did not want to eat. Can't we have a normal vegetable?” [Diana]

Oh yeah, the downside of the vegetables is that its so packed with nutrient that it had become bitter, that's why it was not on the public market and only sold in the black market.

I could only sigh in submission. I'll remind myself to use regular organic vegetables after this.

“Okay fine, just eat the half of it and I'll eat the rest” [Divion]

Rich people often wasted food. But my old man who is cheap and stingy must have rub in me more than I thought. When I was a teen, I remember he ate mine and my mother's leftover when we dine in a 5 star restaurant in Paris, and earn us a criticizing glare to the surrounding tables.

To the surroundings perspective, father looked like a servant and was eating its master's leftover. I was embarrassed at that time and underestimated father's tenancy of resourcefulness. On that day I made sure to clean my plate when I was in front of my father.

“Done! Even though its bitter I ate the half of it, now say ahh!” [Diana]

After finishing the half of it, she feeds me half of it personally. 'sigh' I have arms too you know. Well this is the usual norm of our relationship. I comply my sister's wish as long as its within my powers.

“Oh, by the way, I already informed my secretary about your dropping to school, and I might need to sign some documents at your school tomorrow for final procedures” [Divion]

“Which secretary? The flat one or the gender-bender succubus?” [Diana]

My sister squint her eyes, looking at me suspiciously. After my parents death, I’ve become paranoid of attackers and become suspicious to the ones closest to me. I hired private investigator who had ties to intelligence agencies to investigate all of my friends.

And what I had found lost my faith to the ones I called friends. I found that my girlfriend at that time was cheating on me with my best friend who’s father was one of the suspect of my parents death.

When the company is going downhill because of loosing faith of a young president, I only have my sister to comfort me. My friends never once visit me throughout my hard times. The only thing prevented me to take my own life is my sister who is clinging on me for emotional support.

Those who I thought as friends abandoned me and is talking behind my back, not to mentioned that they knew my former girlfriend is cheating on me from the very start and I find out that she's a total slut that treated sex as a game and actually slept not only my former best friend but all of my male friends.

I've become cold after that. I severe my connections to my friends and focus like mad to overturn the company to its former state.

There are certain emotions crawl out amidst of disparity of betrayal and critics. I experienced lots of different negative emotions and led me to becoming very vengeful...

I first destroy my former girlfriend's lives. I spread hundreds of sex videos of her that I secretly took and hired a master hacker to hack the devices of the men that my former girlfriend had sex with that might have a sex video of her, and found out that she's more slut than I thought. She participated Gangbangs, bestiality a dog and sleeping with an old influential politician.

Seeing the person once I loved and cared and thought to be a decent woman having slept with multiple men in an disgusting way made my stomach ache and filled with disgust, I even almost throw out.

I start my plan there.

I still dated her at that time to make my grand plan to come to fruit. When hundreds of her sex videos spread online, all hell broke loose. Her father did everything to cover up her daughter’s scandal, but it already spread widely.

Being a model and a daughter of a senator didn't help the situation at all. It even caused her father's party to fall and caused an internal strife because the head of their party was on the sex video.

The rest of my plan was orchestrating a plan to made sure those who talking behind my back will be jailed for a very long time. They're already are drug addicts base on the investigation which surprised me when I found out. Throwing them in jail is a matter of time.

I who appeared to be the emotional devastated boyfriend began my acting in front of the media, and I swear I could had won best actor with my act.

I sue her and all the ones that had sex with her when we were still in relationship.

It didn't even lasted six months that the court decided in my favor and won the price.

It isn't worth it though. It was the start of my popularity as it become headlines on the international networks and opened the debate of women infidelity which currently is more than 40% based on the current statistic, and also earned me additional enemies in the process.

Also men sympathizers that experience the same as me supported me which I was grateful.

Last time I check that woman, she was disowned by her father and become a drug addict and sell her body for a living. Not that I regretted my decision though. Now, I don't have friends only had associates to talk to formally. Not that I needed one.

I didn't even remember the feeling to have one, and the women I've dated with could not be called friends and it had become monotonous relationship with different kinds of women.

Maybe there two individuals I'm closed to a friend outside my family, that is my two secretary. Lets just call them busty and flat. They are my most trusted workers. The 30 year old busty is a transgender and a naturally beauty at that, unfortunately that's not enough to make me hard..., she managed my secret transactions in the black market and was also my treasurer.

And 29 year old flat one, she is my market forecaster. She is like a fortune teller in trade with 80% percent accuracy which earn me more than I could bargain.

To be honest, I'm not really that good at managing, and if it weren't for the two of them I might not aggressively faced head to head with my competitors.

To ensure that they wouldn't betray me, I give them 20% each of my whole assets which is a astronomically a big sum of money. It just a verbal contract though, but that was enough to gain their trust and I trusted them back.

“'Sigh' I wonder what happen after I died, I am 100% sure many vultures will flock to my corps and wolves eying my little sister” [Divion]

My mind was in turmoil. I didn't doubt my sister's abilities but she was all alone now and still too young. My two secretary will be busy so that she will not be taken advantages because of immaturity and probably most of my publicize asset will be stolen or taken.

It still fresh in my mind the time when I didn't return home for weeks without informing my sister where I've been. When I returned home I was meet with a haggard face of my sister. Her eyes were filled with madness, she was like a cornered animal as she make her last stand. After seeing me approaching her, Her eyes became sharp and holding onto her hands was a kitchen knife. Seeing as she suddenly tightly gripped the kitchen knife and ready to dash off towards me, before it happened I quickly hugged her the moment she stand.

She cried for hours as she realized what she'd done.

That was two years ago, after the tragedy. After I destroyed my girlfriend and friends lives for revenge. I was experiencing an emptiness in heart.

I tried reliving those days in my mind when our family was still complete, I watch video tapes of the happy events with my family. I was hallow, empty without feelings. I work harder, hoping to fill this void of emptiness I'm feeling. I treat my sister nothing more as a responsibility and the last legacy of my parents.

The video tapes was like a drug to me. I keep replaying it again and again and soon found out of a solution of my problem.

I watch my parents in the videos always flirting with each other, they were like a teenagers with the prime of their relationship. It filled me with jealousy for the first time in my life. This did not happen before the tragedy.

I started dating again, but my relationships with women didn't last longer as I soon grew bored. There was no love as I slept with them, only my poker face saved me from having a bad ending.

I indulge myself with different activities just to satiate this greediness that slowly destroying me from the inside.

One day, I find out that my general manager is stealing goods from me. I may overlooked him since he was one of my top manager and worked for the company for 11 years. But the rascal had big ambition and was conspiring with the top executive of the company.

The only thing that keeping me afloat was the class A and B share that I inherit from my parents which I hold 50% majority of the vote.

Not only I inherit the company but also my father's enemy too. I work hard day and night and even forgot to eat just to overturn the nearly bankrupt company, and my handwork paid off as it slowly increasing the company's revenue to it's original value when my parents was still alive.

But the bastards want to sink me into the ground. Half of the branch store is losing money because of missing items.

I nearly went crazy since I didn't know what to do, I can't fire him since he has a backing of the board. I didn't return home for weeks, that time we were still living in a mansion on the corner of the city with maids and security guards for my sister.

For weeks I didn't return home nor I go to work, I spent my weeks in a whore house, indulging my lust and liquor to forget my problems. As I ran out of money in my wallet, I staggered while walking aimlessly outside. The sky was gloomy, dark and soon rain will fall as I walked for hours in the mansion and already sober. I was shocked when I enter the house, all the valuable objects are gone. The antique furniture, carpet, even the silver utensil was gone.

I soon feel dreaded as I shouted my sister's name. I ran like crazy in different direction. My body was hot, my heart beats faster and my eyes are bloodshot. She was everything I have now and I don't know what to do when she also gone. I thought I was mature enough after my parents death, but all I did was throw tantrum at everything and forgotten the very important person remaining in my life.

The last room I still didn't explore was the bunker that the previous owner build, The door was made to withstand a tank's blast. I saw that there were attempts to open it with drills and explosion but it was for naught as the door was too thick. I removed a block of stone at the side of the door and revealed a hand print scanner as I put my right hand and the door made a creaking sounds as it slowly opening. I hurriedly ran at the end of the corridor and found my sister at the corner of the corridor.

She became thin indicates that she hadn't eaten in days, her clothes was dirty of dirt and it was the very clothes she worn when then last time I've seen her.

She was like a cornered animal, as she holding a kitchen knife as she is ready to stab me the moment I was its range. The pitiful figure of my sister made me realize she had change after our parents death. The radiant smile my sister wear when we were still happy was already gone, yet I hadn't realize it until now. She was lonely as I am. When was the last time we had a normal conversation? I soon realized I was obsess to find love yet all this time it was already in front of me.

She cried and cried and I hugged her tightly. She fall asleep afterward as I carried her malnourished body to my bed.

I remain by her side the moment she opened her eyes. After that event, our relationship solidify, in my line of business, socializing is crucial factor. But I never let anyone get close to me or my sister. I lost trust of the species called “human”. Only a handful of people that I know Is allowed to get close to me, yet I remain vigilant on them except my sister who I hold dear the most I can fully open myself.

I still have many unfinished business that I need to take care but I died halfway to my goal. It wasn't my intention to died sooner but it already happened and time can't turn backward. I know my sister's hand was dirty as mine but she still as pure an angel to me. It's up to her if she accept my will and live not a happy life but a peaceful one or forge her own destiny as she step on many corps before she destroy herself.

I'm afraid it could be the latter...