Oduz broke into a peacefully raging trance, as he eloquently fell off his throne. His eyes belched the remains of his ego, and he could no longer see things the same. He had collapsed upon the tender mother soil, and his mind, once corrosive, was now clear. He abruptly pulled the shard of mirroring glass, jutting out of his ever so protruding chest. He was a small man, with big build, so this was possible. He gazed through the shard in his hand as he let out a scream, ” So THIS is what I have been all my life!”. His eyes were veiny and red with rage as he bellowed,” I am now one with the people of my land! Accept me, as your friend, as family!”. The crowd collected closer, as this mighty man, the one they would once bow to, kneeled before them, in the mud, amongst the pigs and dogs.
As the crowd whispered words of fear and alarm at this grotesque happening, a little boy hopped past the boundary of the serpentine gossips , and walked straight up to his former king. He leaned in to the fallen kings ears, and whispered one word, “Never”. He slit the kings throat, with the same shard, and proceeded to the crowd who, lost amongst themselves, had not realized that the Oduz’s trance was over. The Mighty Oduz, was dead.
The Hedonistic Maniac 