James Joseph
I search my mind, wondering what I might want to do, why I might even want the power of the numbers. I know. Not like an answer to a question, this was just to know, everything I thought, but more importantly, my goal.
I must destroy power. Power corrupts, power is overconfidence, and most of all, power is a weakness. They are the same, as opposites in this sense always are. What is the difference between order and chaos? They match each other in different ways. And it is a weakness through which you destroy a power, and through power you may crush weakness.
So I must destroy everything, the power of the universe shall be its own weakness, its demise.
I search my mind once again. I know what I must do, and I know where to find it.
I hear an unknown voice. It remains unknown, but I know exactly what it is. It's not just in my head, it is a force. It has many names, Evil, Chaos, Hell... I must strike a deal with the Devil.
"You need some power to grow. To destroy the world. Maybe you shall be the one to begin its destruction, but I will not reveal this to you. I know what you want. A number, so you can start collecting them. Beat 3 people in duels, in a row. The number you most need will come to you. But if you lose 3 times in a row, you die, and I take your soul."
"Deal."
"I think I should reveal something to you now, fool. I forsaw your future. You have no soul for your body."
"I show no emotions. I do not care for anything, and don't have any moral values. Where is my soul now? Inside Number 17, Leviathan Dragon. You are right. In the future I have no soul. But even now, in the present, I have no soul to offer for punishment. I will just die, and that shall be all. A nothing, I will cease to exist."
"True. But you are just the shell. The Leviathan Dragon will soon start to take some of your personalities. And that body, the card, immortality; that shall be your Hell."
"A pleasure doing business with you, my friend. Soon nothing will exist, maybe not even you."
And with that, I stop searching my mind, and walk away from that train of thought.
I attempt to open a door to get out of the corridor. It is locked, and for some reason I cannot even open it with my mind. No matter. The side effects of tricking the Devil are useless, I cannot be subject to torment.
I jump out of the window, smashing a bone so thoroughly it displaces my knee and pierces the skin. I feel no pain. I push the bone back into my knee. I walk on. I walk towards the dorms.