Contempt

There was a man, scarred by the new history of the world. The leader of a brand new era, a dark age upon the modern day. He merely sat upon the chairs of a café, requesting a cup of hot coffee as he watched his hand dyed in blood. Tired of all of the things in the world, as his sins crawl upon his back.

Reminiscing the new world he has molded, preventing the new breed of greed to be born again. By killing the roots themselves, and being the only person left to bear the burden. Stuck in the eternal loop of the evil and violence paradox...