Inside an old country styled mansion, armed guards were everywhere. This was the home and final resting place of the most feared and at the same time respected man in the entire world. Inside the master bedroom, an old man with scars covering his body was laying on a bed surrounded by various other old men no older than him.
Tears were evident in the eyes of some, while a cold smile could be seen on the face of youngsters. The reason they were all there was simple: The King of the Underworld had died. One of the old man with a walking cane said, “Thus comes to end the era of peace….”
As the old man sighed, the man net to him also nodded as he added with a sigh, “He dominated the Underworld for decades…. Suppressing drug trafficking, creating jobs for those that lost their homes to war, manipulating the economy to making it stable, killing off human traffickers, shutting down inhuman experiments...”
The old man then took a deep breath as he had a sad smile on his face, “He single handedly created an organization that suppressed all families, terrorists and other criminals. At the same time, he created countless jobs, saved the lives of thousands, if not millions from starvation. But the whole world knows him as nothing more than a tyrant. A man that only brought mayhem to the world.”
The other old men also sighed as they looked at the man lying on the bed with mixed emotions. They were all people that he had saved from death by feeding them, clothing them, educating them and offering them a way to live. The only people that knew how much he helped boost the worlds economy and make the world a better place were the old men in the room.
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The rest of the world only knew him as a cold blooded killer that both the underground organizations as well as the governments feared. To the world, he was a ruthless man that stopped at nothing to achieve his own goal of supreme control.
However, the men in the room all knew that he had done the world a lot more good than harm. All of the people he had killed or had killed by his men, were people that only thought of self benefit. They didn’t mind making beautiful girls drug addicts so they could sell them to brothels or some twisted people.
This was the way he wanted the world to remember him: As a Tyrant not a saviour. One of the old men sighed as he looked at the others, “What do we do now? Dissolve the Organization as per instructions and retire?” The old men were all deep in thought until one of them nodded his head and said, “Yes, it was his final wish.”
The others all nodded in agreement as well as one of the old men then turned to a young man and said, “Implement the plan “The King is Dead”.” The young man nodded his head and went to a computer as he typed something. With in a few hours, the mansion was empty, the old man in the bed had been buried behind the house under a willow tree by the river side and all of the owned properties of the organization had changed hands.
With a single night, the organization that had reigned supreme in the Underworld for decades had vanished into thin air, without even a single bit of news existing on what had happened.