"I'm the most cold-blooded son of a bitch you'll ever meet."
- Ted Bundy

I just know more about the world and the essential evil nature of man and I don’t play the hypocrite. I am proud of having killed off a few and regret that I didn’t kill more!
-Carl Panzram
 

Mortals are like ants. They go to work and live their lives never questioning the way things are, becoming part of a chain in a long line. Night in and night out, nothing changes until I enter the scene. I enjoy ruining that little procession of their lives.

I am ancient, and I have been called by many names.

I am a manipulator. I can’t remember the first time I was called this, but I do remember I was very young, and that somewhere in the back of my mind I agreed. To manipulate is to influence or manage shrewdly or deviously. Some say there is a good and wise way to manipulate. I say that whoever originated this idea has my respect as another master manipulator.

I am the Devil with blue eyes. I relish ferreting out the weaknesses in others and using them to my advantage. I find the ability to twist a situation into a beautiful little bow to be very satisfying.

How do I sleep? Quite easily. My ‘victims’ amuse me. Therefore, when I lay my head on my pillow, I am generally satisfied with my work. If you are reading this and feeling smug; let me remind you that all living beings are manipulated to some degree. I am just better at doing so than most of those you will encounter.

I have intimate knowledge of the dark underside of humanity, as you like to call it. It started early in my mortal life. I always knew I was destined for more than the pedantic life of that small village. When a group of warriors moved through our dull lives, I saw it as a step to the life I was meant to lead. It did not take long to fit into the group of Scythian Archers. I read that most historians call them the police of Athens. We were not interested in justice as much as keeping order and gaining power. I learned a lot about human nature during my time with them, but they eventually bored me.
I formed my own group of men, loyal to no one outside our group and all motivated by money and power. I like to think it was the first band of mercenaries; I know it was the most successful. The upheaval in Athens soon had me feeling that my best interests laid elsewhere and I moved on.

I have slid quietly among the Hashishim, La Cosa Nostra, The Mohocks of Georgia, the American Mafia, Crypts and Bloods, Cali Cartel, the Chong, the Yaukuza and the Bratva, different names, but the mortals are the same.

Beware not of them, but of me. I am beyond your silly nightmares. I am death, and I have no reason to care for your plight.