My OP Minion System in the Apocalypse

Alexander lay on the cold, hard ground in front of me, his once-mighty body now broken and battered. Blood seeped from the numerous wounds on his body, each one a testament to the fierce battle we had just fought. My army stood around us in a circle, silent witnesses to the scene unfolding before them.

With a deep breath, I reached for my sword, the metal cold and unforgiving in my grip. Alexander's eyes met mine, and he smiled, a bitter smile that only served to stoke the fire of my anger.

I advanced towards him, my sword glinting in the sunlight. The smile remained on his face, unchanging, as though he knew something I did not. With a swift motion, I placed the edge of my sword beneath his chin, the sharp tip grazing the skin of his neck.

"Why are you smiling?" I growled, the anger in my voice barely contained.

Alexander's smile widened, his eyes locking onto mine. "I am smiling at your future," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

The words made no sense to me, and I pressed the sword harder against his neck, the tip now breaking the skin. Blood flowed from the wound, but Alexander made no move to resist.

"What do you mean?" I demanded, my voice echoing across the battlefield. "What do you see when you look at me?"

Alexander's smile remained, unflinching. "Your future is written on your face," he said, his voice calm and measured. "I see the burden of power that will weigh on you, the battles you will win and lose, the enemies you will make and the allies you will betray. Your future is one of great triumphs and great sorrows, and it is all there, etched onto your face."

I felt a chill run down my spine as his words sunk in. He knew something, something I did not. And as I looked into his eyes, I realized that even in death, Alexander held a power over me, a power that I could not comprehend.

"I can see the hunger in your eyes," I said, my voice calm and measured. "The hunger that is present in the eyes of every person who considers themselves above all. I know you won't stop after this. My death will work as fuel to the fire, and this will only increase your hunger. You will be hungry for more power."

His eyes narrowed, and he shifted slightly, but I kept my sword steady against his throat.

"This isn't true," he said, his voice low and filled with venom. "I am not hungry for power. I did this because your people attacked my city first, and now I am here to take my revenge. This is my revenge."

I shook my head slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his. "So, you were taking revenge when you attacked Howard city or other small cities? No, you were just feeding the fire inside of you. And this fire won't stop until it consumes the whole world."

A flicker of uncertainty passed over his face, but he quickly composed himself.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he said, trying to sound confident. But I could see the fear in his eyes.

"You are just uttering this when you have seen death in front of you," I replied, my voice cold and distant. "Ask me for forgiveness, and I might set you free. Bend down and ask for forgiveness, and you might be forgiven."

"Ask for forgiveness?" he spat out. "I am a proud man, Williams, and I don't ask for forgiveness. It is better for me to die rather than live on your mercy."

He took a step forward, his eyes blazing with defiance. But it was too late. In one swift motion, I drove my sword into his throat. A stream of blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground, his body twitching.

For a moment, I stood there, staring down at his lifeless form. Alexander's death had only fueled my rage, and I knew I needed an outlet. I lifted my sword and began hacking at his corpse, cutting it into small pieces.

But it didn't satisfy me. It only made me more restless, more eager for blood. I had conquered this land, yes, but in reality, he had won the war. He had pushed me to this point, made me into a monster.

I looked around, scanning the city for any signs of life. My minions had already killed most of the inhabitants, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel their blood on my hands, to hear it all.

The minions scoured every nook and cranny of the premises, their eyes darting back and forth as they searched for any signs of life. They were determined to find the citizens, no matter how well they were hiding. With every passing moment, their search became more desperate, their frustration growing with every empty room they encountered. But they soldiered on, refusing to give up until they had completed their task.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they found a group of people huddled together in a small room. Some were cowering in fear, while others stared defiantly at the minions. The young boys, in particular, caught their attention. They were strong and sturdy, with a look of determination in their eyes. The minions knew that they would make excellent soldiers, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of having such fierce warriors at their disposal.

As they led the prisoners out of the room, Williams appeared, his sword glinting menacingly in the light. He walked with a sense of purpose, his gaze fixed on the captives as they were brought before him. The citizens trembled in fear as they knelt before him, their eyes darting nervously from side to side.

"Can any of you see my future from my face?" Williams demanded, his voice cold and harsh. "Your king said he could. So tell me, can you see what I am going to do?"

The prisoners remained silent, their eyes downcast as they awaited their fate. The young boys stood tall and proud, refusing to show any signs of weakness. But the old men and women could not contain their fear, and they trembled as they awaited their punishment.

Williams paced back and forth in front of the prisoners, his sword clutched tightly in his hand. "Do any of you know what the future holds?" he asked, his voice laced with contempt. "Do you know what will happen to you in the next five minutes?"

An old man fell to his knees, his hands clasped in supplication. His voice quavered as he spoke. "We know nothing of the future, my lord," he said. "We beg for your mercy. Spare us, please."

The girls wept openly, their tears streaming down their faces. But there was one among them who remained stoic, her eyes fixed on Williams with an unwavering gaze. Her beauty was stunning, even in the midst of such terror, and Williams found himself captivated by her strength.

In the end, Williams showed mercy, sparing the citizens and allowing them to return to their homes. But he couldn't shake the image of the girl from his mind. There was something about her that had captured his heart, and he knew that he would do anything to protect her, no matter the cost.