Prologue - I died?

26... 26 years old.

*cough* *cough*

'Huh, what happened?'

'Oh, that's right he shot me. Haha. He actually shot me.'

*cough*

"Thank you dearest bother I couldn't have done it without you. You really made my life a lot easier." He said smiling while looking down on me as I was bleeding out.

"I'll make sure to make the best of this life you've gifted me. Now. Die."

*BANG*

'HAHAHA he truly killed me.'

'He kiLLED ME? HE FUCKING KILLED ME!'

My brother named Thomas and me, Noah were born into a political family. On the outside, we were a normal family. A successful father who held a high position in the military and a beautiful wife who bore two sons.

However, what we really were was a corrupt parasite that destroyed any and every person who got in our way.

A father who did every illegal activity in the books. An abusive mother who would beat her children. A manipulative heir who only cared about himself and a broken son trying to survive in the lion's den.

When I was as young as six I realized that we were no normal family.

Our father James was never home he was always out making sure his 'business' was going well. Whether that being illegally selling weapons, drugs, or human trafficking.

Our mother Ann wouldn't care for us unless we made a ruckus. Then she wouldn't feed us for a couple of days or would beat us till we were unconscious. She made sure that all the bruises could be covered up due to us often being in the spotlight.

By the age of 10, I learned to stay away from them but mostly Thomas. He was the real monster. He would manipulate you and play you till your demise without you even realizing it.

Being born into such a hellish family I did everything I could to survive. I became my father's lackey the one who would put down the people who messed with us. I learned to just turn everything off. I became emotionless, dead in a living body, having no life besides killing.

When my brother who was two years older than me turned 27 everything changed. The plan he had been making since god knows how long went into play. In a matter of 3 months, he turned the world upside down.

He got our father exposed who was quickly executed due to all his crimes. Then he faked our mother's suicide after sending assassins after her. Then he came for me.

When it was my 26 birthday. Not that it mattered anyway. I knew I was living on borrowed time but I was already dead inside and ready for it to be all over.

And it happened he fucking shot me.

After all, I did for the family. I killed 100's of people, saw hell every day, and managed to somehow survive till now.

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.'

'I did everything. I HELD US TOGETHER. I was the ONE WHO WAS BROKEN in this god-forsaken world. I WAS. What right does he have TO KILL ME?'

'I SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED THEM ALL!' I screamed in my head.

'I was a lamb who was pushed and forced to be nothing. I swear if I ever get the chance I will make the world bend its knee to me. I will become the incarnate of the hell I was put through. I. Will. Become. Omnipotent.' I promised myself that this was just the beginning.

Then it went dark.