My Name is Hannes Assmann.

Hannes stands above all. he uses a window to look at the world that burns in the outside. the same world he has forsaken. there is no life on his eyes. there is no soul found within the reflection of his vessel. 

someone knocks on the door. Hannes whispers in German. he kept repeating a word. then the door gets open allowing an aged-up Brenda to show herself in front of him. she has a small smile as she presents some important documents on the table. 

"How are the kids?" asks Hannes in a cold tone of voice.

"They are fine. Jerry is a competent lawyer. and my little Tom is on his honeymoon. you should look at his wife. such a lovely kid." said Brenda smiling.

"Good. I know it was hard for you when the kid's parents were killed by those rats. I have some prisoners on my dungeon. take them, I don't need them." said Hannes coldly.

"That is great. I need new specimens for my experiments. it is a miracle that the killers of my son and his wife were able to survive that long." said Brenda in a soft tone of voice, she sounds like a grandma talking about something innocent.

"Let me guide you." said Hannes showing absolutely no emotion.

as they go around. Hannes notices that something is off. in a blink Brenda's appearance change to that of another person. then in a blink she returns to be Brenda. she is like a lightbulb blinking. she keeps going like that until they get to the dungeon. she now looks like another person. her whole identity was erased and replaced.

"What is your name again?" asks Hannes feeling conflicted.

"It is me commander. I am Samara your loyal secretary." said the old lady.

"What is the name of your grandkids again? I feel old for asking twice." said Hannes.

"Their names are Jerry and Tom. the kids of my dead son. the kids I will defend no matter what. and if you allow me. I have some human experiments to start." said the old lady.

Hannes returns to his office. he smirks for a second. he finds fascinating the fact that someone is going to fix the past. he is a vicious old man. there may be fewer regrets on his mind. but even he knows the actual world is a complete disaster. 

the reason why Hannes gave Pierre the green light to travel to the past. is because the world won't ever find peace until the protagonists of this tragedy die. Hannes can't make progress with the world he has condemn on the awakening of his wrath. he knows of the awful things he has done. he understands the suffering he has caused. but that isn't enough. he knows he is too far gone to stop now. he needs to be stopped.

blood tears come out. Hannes laughs like a madman. he has all the power in the world as he steps all over anything that opposes him. but that isn't enough. no matter how much terrain he possesses or burns. there is a hole on his heart. insatiable is the thirst.

Hannes is but a mortal that was tempted by the fruits of hell. he took long powerful bites without doubting from those fruits. now his soul burns condemn to hell and to hell he has dragged the world to burn alongside him. the burial of his soul, is the reminder of a past world that abandoned him. his eternal rage is his curse.

after a long day in the solitude of his rage. Hannes leaves his office. he walks around the streets looking at the resentful eyes of the commoners. he smirks with a sinister smile as a form to foment horror in their hearts. their only value comes as they drag their pride and knees in front of him. them taking part on acts of reverence is their duty. 

then a small child comes forward. the child speaks about his parents as he pulls out a small dagger as he approaches him. Hannes kicks the child to the ground. he takes the dagger as he keeps moving forward. the sun burns bright and violently.

then Hannes looks at some homeless men on the streets. one of them is Martin who is laughing and playing with some kids. Hannes stops walking. his eyes re fixated on the group of homeless men. then there is a loud noise. BANG.

"It took too long. for this moment to come." whispers Hannes.

Hannes is bleeding from the side. he falls on his knees. it starts to rain. there are people walking around the streets. they all ignore him as he stands there bleeding out. he looks up at the sky conflicted for what he sees.

there is no pain. no sorrow. no regret, or so he thinks. all there exist is an eternal emptiness that not even when death knocks on the other side of the door, can be contain. the insatiable shallow form that his heart takes. the suffocating massive emptiness.

there is an emotion that crushes him from the inside. but his face takes no form or shape other than that of doubt. is easy to question the self and ego when you don't even know the colors of your own self. 

"Tragedy isn't written for greatness but lived through falsehood. and of falsehood I had crowned myself a God of lies and deception. now like a lesser jester I lie on the soil bleeding mortal blood. no canine has faced such humiliation as the ones I had faced on the journey of my epic failures. oh, damn be the orchestrator of the symphony of my despair. from dirt and filth was my raise to Godhood. now I fall like a mortal back to the dirt and filth. desperate was my struggle trying to live. now I face death calmly." proclaimed Hannes loudly.

that day like a hurricane on a desert was agitated. the flames of tragedy are burning as loud as ever or more. the only difference from any other occasion is a wounded monarch on the streets dragging his own body as he bleeds like any other mortal.

in solitude had a soul stand for too long that nobody cares enough to offer assistance. commoners as well nobleman walk around the streets. and nobody cares to even looks at Hannes who keeps bleeding out.

Hannes tries to stand up. he takes solid steps. on the rain the water and his blood become one as he leaves a trail on the streets. no matter the pain or amount of blood that he loses, not even once does Hannes shows discomfort or pain. he keeps moving forward like if it was nothing at all. then people from all angles come forth. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Hannes gets shot from multiple angles. he doesn't stop. he doesn't give up. he keeps moving ignoring the rebels shooting at him. some guards come forward trying to stop them. it becomes a bloodbath with people from both sides falling. there are civilian causalities and some who fall by friendly fire. 

Hannes feels the heat of the bullets. the warmth of the blood. every step that he takes becomes slower and smaller. then he loses his footing. he falls on the ground. he stands up as he keeps walking. then he sits down by a tree. he looks at a statue created on his image. then embracing the tree on his final breathe. Hannes dies peacefully. Martin steps in front of the corpse and leaves two coins. he bows respectfully before leaving.

a week after his death. Hannes had a grand funeral. there was orchestra. there was a festival on his name. there were all kinds of spectacle. and most important than anything else, there was already a replacement. a new Tyrant who adopted the title Hannes Assmann II.

nothing changed without Hannes. it was all the same. some may argue that the new Emperor was even worse than Hannes. he was younger. more brutal. more malicious. as Hannes was the man to burned those who get on his way. the replacement burns everything on his way indiscriminately.

the world kept moving around and eventually people forgot that there was ever a Hannes Assmann the first. eventually Assmann the second was married. he then was a father and eventually he was crowning his first born as Hannes Assmann the third.

then there would be a war between Hannes Assmann the third and his four siblings leading to the most brutal war ever that would lead to the annihilation of an estimate of 90% of the human population at the time.

all of that is no prophecy, but a fact that would come to be if Hannes the First isn't stop before he gets to the throne. the future of a planet falls on the hands of a single girl. depending on her actions the future can be worse or better than ever.