Have you ever been defeated?
No, not in the way that you assume, but in the way that makes you wonder 'why'… why onto me?
How can I, a man who orchestrates punishment onto the evil of the many worlds under God, be deserving of such punishment?
I now lie in the pit I've put others in, others deserving of such damnation, and now I suffer something I've never done: disobey God.
But how can I disobey someone who's been defeated? Oh yes, defeated indeed, by a madman who lusts for the physiques and ethics of many, no matter the age of those who gets in his way.
'How can a lustful man defeat an all-perfect God?' you may ask. And it's because of me—my fault.
I was supposed to kill him, and yet I faltered. I kept saying 'I cannot beat him' over and over, until it became truth. And when I finally dared to stand up, it was too late.
I suffer in infinite pain across all of existence, and I deserve such. My mother is dying with me. My father is dying with me. My brother is dying with me. My far family is dying with me. My ancestors are dying with me.
They are violated in every way possible. Their bodies shattered, their spirited flayed, their faith distorted and wounded by all measures.
And they all curse me. They curse my name for disobeying this new 'God' and condemning them to this endless torture.
But I only have hate, hatred indeed. No amount of torture will ever make me submit to a ruler such as him! My name is Hadier Al-Obaidi… I remember it.
It's been a while since I used that humane name. Is this what defeat is? Being.. normal? I guess that's the lesson I've yet to learn. If so, well-played.
But perception is what you should know, and I'll tell you MY story from MY perspective on how I became and lost my title as the 'Antimatter Patriarchy'.
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2076: Baghdad, Iraq.
Before James, was a war and before war were two men. One man ran the surface with design, while the other controlled the underground with methods. But both had one thing in common: power.
They had no position to offer, no strength to give. What they did have was a machine to give. A machine that produces value without earning. One that all nations agreed on.
One day, one saw another with imperfect technique and sought the other to abide by theirs. And as business disobeyed, both saw another as enemies. Thus the good man was killed and their bodies lay lifeless and unachieving.
Now only evil rots this earth. No, runs it. Order fails and evil wins. Gangs and rogues scatter upon the last remaining freshlands to claim themselves as kings to which their past couldn't.
It was not by fate that the good men died, they would've thrived in such conditions. But it was by God's design that he had killed the good men, for it was not their purpose to live in agony.
All except one, a man of purity. He had faced the unknown regardless of his ending, whether by robbery or being subject to inhumane testing. He proved virtues that wouldn't exist in such times.
Therefore, God had arrive and taken him into heaven. He greeted him and gave one thing that would change his life: the Antimatter Unification.
Antimatter composed of trillions of souls embedded inside of him as one powerhouse of a man.
And there, God gave him a name: Animazu, and sent him away to his first mission.