Second Chance.

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor Wolfe almost growled at Okor, how dare he act as if he was better than him, this common soldier, acting like he was a just killer, all because he followed some god.

" Now listen here you walking corpse, you think that just because you kill in the name of a deity, it makes what you did any less morally abhorrent than what I do? I can smell the hypocrisy dripping from you, my first kill was in revenge for a friend who was murdered, and after that, I killed for my empire, would it have made me morally right if rather than that I slaughtered countless people in the name of beings that may not even exist?" Victor Wolfe snapped, he had never got along with the theologians in his own world, always finding them to repeat the same unprovable rhetoric, and interfering in court politics causing some of the largest massacres in his world's history.

" Face it, you must have realised, no matter how many people you kill, no matter how many wars you win, there will always be more. You were trained to kill, and to justify it in your mind, you convinced yourself that it was all for a greater good, I simply accepted my fate as a killing machine, and learned to love it. You are simply a mass murderer in denial!" Victor Wolfe put spite into every word he spoke whilst staring into the one eye of Okor.

" And you are wrong too, my first kill was when I was six years old, and although it did give me a rush, it was not the kill that made me feel the best, you see every kill in the training academy where I surpassed someone made me feel even better, the kill that gave me the most satisfaction however was my most recent one, the prince of my empire. I veiw killing not as a desire, but as an art, and every time I do it I feel better and better about it. and unlike the marines you watched go insane with bloodlust, I like my art, but too much exposure can numb my pleasure to it, I don't like mindless slaughter of the weak, there is no entertainment in it. That is why I only kill people that I view as worthy opponents, or people who get in the way of achieving my goals."

Victor Wolfe drew his daggers from his waist and smiled a smile full of evil intent straight at the one eye of Okor Paleblood. " Perhaps you will prove to be an even more enjoyable piece of art in my collection than any of the others, and a good way for me to start my time in the world with a bang, or you could flee, I would not pursue, Its no fun when I have to exhaust my self chasing down plebeians and common soldiers!"