TITLE: The Conspiracy
RATING: R and over. (I think). Either way, there would be a warning before all the sex parts.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters.. I'm not making any money from this story.. no copyright infringement is intended. The characters belong to Joss Whedon.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s based loosely on the book called “Conspiracy in Death”. This is also my first story so please leave feedback.
Power and greed. These are sins, the only sins that matter. These make people act the way they do, think the way they do.
I have power. I can grant life or cause death. In every aspect, this makes me God.
I have money. I am elite. People, common people, look at me and wish they were me. They wonder what it would be like to have what I do, to do what I do, to have a life like mine. I don’t wonder about them though.
I am God. People should worship me; revere me, live for me and me alone. I cannot be bothered by the laws of the ordinary people. They fear everything, death and pain. I don’t. Ordinary people are limited enough to think that maybe death can be conquered.
My work is almost complete. If people discovered my work, I would be damned, condemned.
When my work is complete, they will worship me.
