1 I'm Evil.

Ever since I understood what was around me, I knew the world was a dirty place. Therefore I also decided to become dirty.

I did just about everything you could imagine. The only thing I didn't anticipate was the heavens taking revenge like they did. 

Where am I now…?!

Why am I in this perpetual void….?!

The last thing I remember is raping that beautiful girl just moments after I killed her father in front of her eyes.

How did I get here?

Yeah, I remember now. I felt something sharp piercing through my back.

Yes.

Yes.

It was her mother.

I never thought she'd be back home so soon. 

I'm so unlucky.

Yet why the remorse...?! And why is my heart beating this way?

I guess I knew I was going to die at some point because of my vile actions.

Yes, I was evil.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm not the only villain in this world. My father was also a villain.

He used to torture me every night without mercy.

He killed my mother in front of my eyes.

The same mother who told me that she wished she didn't give birth to me in the first place.

Whilst I cried over her corpse, my tears landing on her beautiful lifeless face my father turned and looked at me. He stared at me for a few minutes before beginning to laugh maniacally like a lunatic. I was very afraid. I was alone. No one came to save me that day. No one consoled me, telling me that everything would be fine. I didn't even know his reasons for killing her. Was it because she didn't bring him enough money?

Perhaps he was simply too intoxicated to realize what he was actually doing. 

The world has been cruel to me from the beginning.

You have no right to judge what I am now!

I remember that night well. The night I ran away from home and escaped the misery and torment inflicted onto me by my own kin. Fate it seems had other plans. This night of my salvation quickly spiraled into the worst period of my life. All this happened because I met the old man. 

Now if you think this is a story about meeting a kind old man who takes in an unwanted child and raises him as his own, you are sadly mistaken. This old man was a serial rapist who enjoyed torturing his victims as he defiled them. His target of choice: is young children. All I remember thinking about was just how damn unlucky I am. 

This madman wasn't particularly conspicuous. He did, however, have a ring on his middle finger with beautiful albeit weird inscriptions etched into it. 

Filled with curiosity, I decided to ask him about this ring one day.

His reply was shocking. He claimed to have found it at the site of a fallen meteor. He then muttered possessively that he would take this ring to the grave with him. The same night I placed special drugs into his wine glass. Their purpose was to incapacitate him while retaining all of his senses. Of course, the only sense I wanted him to keep was the ability to feel pain. I thoroughly enjoyed dismembering him personally. First I cut his penis off to allow him to also feel despair. Then I turned my eyes to his prized possession and tried to remove his ring. Using a hammer, I smashed each of his fingers one by one before reaching his middle finger. Despite my best efforts, the ring simply would not budge. It dawned on me that I would have to either completely detach his finger or burn it to ashes. Of course, I did both. 

As the ring lay in my hands the man had an odd glint in his eyes. Whilst maintaining eye contact I brought it to my mouth and licked it, before proceeding to wear it on my own hand. Magically the ring shrunk down to match my tiny finger. I didn't stop to consider this because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. After all, this was the first time I'd ever been killed! 

I told that motherfucker that "The ring has been taken from you. There's no one to pity you in your final moments. No family, no friends. Not even a little happiness You will die miserable, sad, and alone."

As I finished my impassioned eulogy, he smiled. His eyes were shining with a strange radiance. He suddenly moved his mangled hand to my face and said in a tone dripping with sarcasm 

"You too…!"

I was surprised that he could still move. I killed him right away.

I didn't quite understand what he was alluding to at that time. I was filled with vengeance and satisfaction seeing his defiled body grovelling at my feet. I didn't give a shit about his last words. I do now.

I repeatedly drove the sharp knife into his body again and again. I lost count after ninety.

After that incident, I continued to kill. I killed a lot. In the beginning, I killed for sustenance, I killed to survive. But after a while killing became fun for me. As my morality disappeared, I killed for lust and I killed because killing was the only talent I had. It made me who I am and I was more proud of it than anything else. I don't really remember how many people died by my hands. I don't remember their names, hell I don't even remember my own!

Throughout this, the only thing that shocked me was this damn ring. The same ring I took from the mad old man's finger. I couldn't get it off! No matter what I tried, it remained affixed to my finger. Now I know why I had so much difficulty removing it from that bastard's finger, it was impossible. Since it was impossible I simply gave up.

After wandering around, I joined a criminal organization when I was 15. As I grew older, I saw and did things that no innocent child should ever experience. I suppose you could say that despite my tender age, I was no longer a child. Instead, I'm just a monster that kills anything that stands in its way.

The other members of my organization started to call me joker. I don't know why this name really resonated with me, but I loved it and took it as my own.

As I grew older so did my penchant for wicked actions. More and more people would tremble at the mere mention of my name. 

Eventually, I became the leader of the world's largest criminal organization. No act was off-limit. We did everything together. We killed, we r****, we stole. Even the police and government could do nothing to us except slink away with their tails between their legs. 

My name is now stronger than magic, but I have terrible habits. 

At the first sign of disobedience, I like to punish the perpetrators, torturing them until they wish for death before granting them eternal rest.

But on that damned night, I felt there was something different inside me, something strange, I felt like something was messing with my head! But I couldn't figure out what it was.

Was it death or something?

I saw a beautiful girl entering the headquarters of my criminal organization.

She was the daughter of my right-hand man. When I saw her, my body caught fire as if poisoned with the world's most powerful aphrodisiac and I immediately wanted to sleep with her. She was beautiful; her skin was white like jade, and her hair was black as the darkest hour of the night. Her eyes were blue like the ocean, her body was compatible with her buttocks, and her attractive red lips made my heart go wild from the mere sight of it.

But I'm not a rude person to take something that doesn't belong to me without asking. After all, I'm a gentleman, eh?

So when I saw her leave, I got up and went to my assistant with a terrible smile on my face and I said to him,

"I want your daughter for one night only"

Upon hearing my words, this foolish man immediately knelt on the ground and began to weep like a baby. In a disturbing voice, he pleaded, "Please don't, my daughter is too young."

"Haha!" I laughed in his face and said, "Young! But you still chose to bring her to this place. Parents these days are no good. Come on, it's just one night. No big deal"

And I said inside at the same time,

Are you too stupid or what? If you were worried about her, then why did you bring her to the monster's lair? Do you feel regret now?!

He shivered at my words as tears continued to fall from his face, forming a tiny pool. 

He shivered, he couldn't react, and still trembled, with tears pounding down, as it formed a small pool.

I don't like repeating myself so after a period of silence I simply told him, "You may leave." As he rose from the ground, still trembling he did not dare to look at me or speak. Perhaps he was afraid of me changing my mind so he simply bowed, his eyes swollen from crying, and turned to leave as fast as possible. 

After he had left, I took out my gun and looked at his back, the corner of my lips raised in a sinister smile. Not long after he left, I got into my own car and paid his home a special visit. Whilst knocking at that door I remember saying to myself: oh, I really love surprises so much. My nefarious smile still lingered on my face.

The assistant opened the door and saw me. Disbelief and despair colored his eyes. I raised my gun to his head and told him to call his daughter now. The foolish man decided to remain silent. A mistake that would be his last. As he stared into my eyes, I let my gun do the talking on my behalf. BANG! The bullet penetrated right through the fucking idiot's head staining my new clothes with blood. I didn't mind. I had a certain affinity for blood and loved the sight and smell of it. 

The girl came round the corner after hearing the shot. She began to tremble when she saw her carcass. As reality dawned on her, her pupils shrunk and after her profound collapse, she began to cry and scream. I approached her and sealed her mouth shut. I didn't want her screaming to spoil the moment. 

I subsequently ripped her clothes into pieces exposing her perfect white mounds. Reaching the final hurdle, I couldn't bear it any longer and immediately began to **** her with increasing pressure. She didn't resist or rather, she couldn't. As I had my fill her head was tilted towards what was her father, her eyes blank. She seemed lifeless, as though her soul was cleaved from her very being. 

I don't know where it went wrong because I made a rookie mistake and left the door ajar behind me. Maybe I was too busy with the girl and didn't focus on my surroundings, 

What can I do? I'm dead now. There's nothing to do. 

Where am I? Why is it so dark and cold?

Wait whose clothes are these?

Where are my clothes? Also, why is this ring still on my hand?!

I think I'm going to hell!!

Well, I deserve hell.

But I can't help thinking, what if my life was a little different,

Just a little. I didn't want much.

What if my mother loved me....!

Or my father was a good man and treated me well.

If I hadn't run off and killed the guy who raped me, everything would be different.

I might be sitting in a chair in my office; with a beautiful wife waiting for my return at home.

Are those tears?

Oh, no.

No, I'm not crying.

I'm not a coward. Life forced me to be the villain..

At that moment, a black screen popped up in front of me. The screen was dark and gloomy, but the words inside were blood-colored. I looked at these words with shock. What is this? What are these words?

"CHOOSE! Another chance or another world." 

A little scrap of information appeared beside each choice. One more chance: Go back to where you started. Another world: go to another world. Have I gone crazy?

I decided not to do anything and kept moving in the dark. I was looking for any light, but there was no hope. An hour had passed, and the words stayed in front of my eyes. The screen didn't go away, so I decided to choose and see what would happen. I didn't need to consider much. I don't want back to my miserable life, I'm not that stupid.

I tried to tap another world, but nothing happened. I was trying to touch the screen with my hand. What the hell is going on here? I tried to chant "Another world" in my mind.

At that moment, the screen vanished. A great light appeared in the void. It took the shape of a door. On this door, in the same style as the screen, the words "The world is a circle" were written. I moved towards the door in the hopes of escaping the darkness...