The Lord of Envy

Prologue?

His childhood was already rough. His mother had instilled that he served others and if he wasn't making others happy there was no point to his existence. She killed his trust in humanity. So at the age of 18 when he moved out, he took up racing. He did it for the thrill of freedom. For the adrenaline rush that came with the knowledge that if he fucked up one thing he could die. And the satisfaction that those watching from the stands were thrilled to watch the race. When the races were over he'd go and hang out with his pit crew for a bit, some chatting with others, and some... On the phone with their families. The families that loved and cared for them. He hated it, hated the fact that he couldn't have that. He was jealous, he wanted what they had.
He also had a side job. He would go out during thunderstorms with metal poles, place them on the ground, and collect and sell the glass from the sand that was struck by lightning. One of these nights he was struck on his left shoulder, paralyzing him for a week straight. 
This went on for four years until he got a letter in the mail, stating that he had inherited several major businesses from his now deceased grandmother. Once he had read the whole thing he froze. That was the last good person in his life, gone, disappeared never to come back. Why couldn't it be someone else? Why him? He wished someone else was in his place. He wished he had what other people had. But! It's life. Gotta move on.
He took over the businesses and worked his way through everything. Gaining respect and making new connections.
That was until the funeral. His other relatives decided it would be in his hometown in Britain. And he had moved to New York. So he had to fly overseas for it.
Once he did, he attended the funeral and was stuck staying at his mom's place. Where the rest of his family was staying. As per usual he and his mother got into a yelling match. Words were exchanged and he booked a flight that left in an hour and went outside. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, blowing out the smoke he inhaled. After he finished it he threw it into a bush, not thinking, and got in his rental car and drove off. Unknowingly having started a fire.
He arrived at the airport, a bad storm had started up, and thunder and lightning owned the sky. Then he got seated on the plane and waited for it to take off. He sat in waiting before someone sat next to him. He paid no mind to her and the plane took off. Later in the flight, he picked up a magazine and flipped through the pages, the woman next to him doing the same. He flipped onto a page that was an interview with an entrepreneur that also ran several businesses. Her company competing with his own. He looked at the picture displayed of the woman and then side-eyed the woman next to him. He blinked when he realized she had one of his modeling magazines and then hid his face behind the packet of paper he had. She glanced over at him, unable to see his face at the time, and commented on the magazine he had. Saying something along the lines of the guy she was competing with kept denying meeting with her. He put the magazine down and looked at her confused, mentioning that he never saw any requests for it. She in turn gasped and they hit it off instantly.
They got back to New York and exchanged numbers. But he almost immediately got a call from someone over in Britain. Explaining how his family died in a house fire. He blinked and ended the call, he... Didn't care. He was the last person in his bloodline alive and he didn't seem affected at all.
He went about his life, the woman he met joining in, teaching him how to swim as he had never learned and going to meetings together. After a while, they went on some dates, got together, and had a child. The child, only a year old, lost her mother. He, however, was lost. All he had left of her was his child. And he was going to protect her. At all costs.
Once she started school he hired a guard to protect her when he couldn't. After a while, he got another woman in the penthouse. Her name? Vanessa. When they were in public, they were a power couple, something everyone strived to be. But behind closed doors, they were walking hellfires. Hatred was the only feeling in that building. Screaming and yelling were their only way of communication. Sometimes, Vanessa resorted to violence. Usually a black eye or a few bruises from things she threw at him or the occasional actual hit, but he never touched her. Gods how he wished that he would stand up for himself. The fact she even had the capacity for violence made him envious, and he didn't know why. After a few years, when Aurora was at the age of 6, he went to pick her up from school and was driving back to the penthouse, as was the norm. However, the world decided to take his last source of sanity. His daughter. He was stopped at a light, the moment it turned green he went to pull off, but a speeding car slammed into the side of his car. He had to watch his daughter bleed out. Her sweet smile as she quietly said she was tired and she loved him. Her mangled body turned into a disfigured corpse right before his eyes. Years went by, and his sanity was long gone. He overworked. He had all the patience in the world once, but now he couldn't stand the ticking of the clock. All it would take was one bad day and he would snap. Rip into the world that had taken so much from him. That bad day soon came, he had already been overworked again, coming back to the apartment in the late hours of the night. Just to find Vanessa, kissing a random man in his apartment. He didn't love her, that wasn't what broke him. What broke him was the fact she was shamelessly making out with a man in his own home. Not a word came out of his mouth as he wandered over into the kitchen, set his belongings down, and grabbed a knife. He glared at it, something about it drew him in. Took hold of him. Controlled him. He walked back to the living room, the man Vanessa was with before had left, leaving him and Vanessa in the apartment, all alone. The only saving grace would be the guard who would come back soon. The one who had once protected his beloved daughter. He made his way over to the couch and stood behind it silently. He moved and used his free hand to massage her shoulders, which wasn't really out of the norm. She told him often to do things to make her life easier. She hummed and closed her eyes, "Finally you do what you need to."
He watched her silently before speaking, his voice was cold and dead, "Yeah, finally."
With that, he pulled up his hand which held the knife, and dug the jagged blade into her chest. His smile wasn't one of kindness or generosity anymore. It was one of hatred, regret, insanity, and envy. Oh, how it must have felt to bleed and scream at the top of the lungs due to an endless pit of pain and sorrow. The howl of agony soon withered away and the light in her eyes faded, and he watched every second. A sickeningly sadistic grin sat on his face.
He sat down on the couch next to her after pulling the knife out of her chest. He turned the metal in his hand. The the blood dripped off the knife and onto the floor. After about the fifth drop he growled and set the knife on his coffee table and got up. Her blood was getting on his floors. He quickly cleaned up the blood and carried her body to the guest room and tucked her in. After doing so and making the room all straightened up he went back into the living room and sat down again.
He tapped his fingers against the blade as he had picked it up again. He was waiting. He was stuck in the delusional pool of adrenaline and needed silence. Yet he knew it would disappear soon with the arrival of his future ex-bodyguard Talvon. He heard the ding of the elevator and quickly moved from his seat. It took thirty minutes for Talvon to arrive and by that time the adrenaline wore off.
What he did set in. Why couldn't he have held it together? Why couldn't he have dealt with her until he didn't need her? Talvon might be next... He might hurt him like she did... He couldn't let him.
The adrenaline came back. Riping through his veins like an animal, digging its claws through its prey's pelt. Talvon couldn't get two steps out of the elevator before being forced to cough up blood. The knife lodged in his throat made his eyes wide before he dropped to the ground.
He didn't want to do it. But chances couldn't be taken. He wished he didn't have to. Wished he had a different life. But he couldn't do that. He took Talvon's body and placed it in the second guest room and then went and worked in his office for the night.
The first few days were... Different to say the least. He'd walk into one of the guest rooms, just to stare at the bodies before going back to whatever task he had set for the day.
Occasionally Vanessa's phone would buzz, one of the men she used to mess with would text her phone, seeing if she'd be in the mood to go out. He looked at the phone each time this happened. It took all of a week for him to call and deactivate the number solely so he could get some peace and quiet.
He stayed in his apartment for several months. Getting occasional calls from his different businesses for information or need for a decision to be made. After so long the monotone life he had got to him. There were no ups. Only downs. And to him it didn't seem to have a bottom when it came to when it would stop getting worse. The sadness of losing his daughter and the woman he had fallen so madly in love with to the world and the madness that had befallen him and tore his fragile sanity down. He had enough with everything and decided it was his time for his eternal slumber.  He just had to plan it out. Get everything in place and let everything fall into whatever state it pleased after he left to reach the empty eternity that awaited him. So, the night of his 28th birthday, he took his own life, leaning back and closing his eyes as the world went black before him. His last thoughts being of his daughter...

Heyyyyy that's a chapter for ya ig. I know it's pretty badly written and I greatly apologize for this. I do hope to progress and become a better writer eventually. I hope you all have a good night or day. ✌️
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