The Dystopian Prince
Description
Can she not see the knife I am holding in my hand? The position which I held my body? Can’t she sense the intent to kill? I’ve become a pawn of the Illuminati. And, killing her, killing that little girl, was just the first step to power.
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Everything in this world comes with a price. If you want a chocolate bar, you buy it. If you want children, you raise them. If you wish to escape pain, you die.
At least that much is simple.
But what if you wanted to be known around the world? What if you wished to be adored by hundreds and thousands of screaming fans? What if, to the epitome of human passion, you wished for power?
Most people believe our “sacrifices” are simple things: leaving our homes, starving our relationships, even sacrificing our youth. And indeed, our niches as celebrities do involve all of this – that is, once we obtain it.
No, the cost of true power is much greater.
And this? This is the price we pay.
Foreword
ObsidianTheatre is proud to present our fourth story "The Dystopian Prince". This story was created response almost a year ago in response to the our challenge from Music Chibi: "Jaejoong has been around the world, but no matter where he went, there was always that one night in Tokyo he could never forget. Your challenge is to decide what that night should revolve around and write what happened that night. Good luck!" We chose to write a story probably unlike any other about a Jaejoong who was a prince of his own chaotic world, a world of conspiracy and a perpetual hunt for power. In truth, this story was finished long ago however we at ObsidianTheatre were unable to create our own original poster. I would like to thank Sherinahime for the beautiful poster which is the sole reason why the story is finally up. I truly hope that you will enjoy this piece and continue to support us!
Amaya
of ObsidianTheatre
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