In a world of impurities, lives a lonely and wicked soul.

In the morning, he is a reliable, friendly, and approachable person. Everyone wants to crowd and know him better, somehow, it's weird how he easily gets to other's good side and mentality, easily gaining everyone's attention and favor. If he asked them a ridiculous request like raise him to the sky, they will do it without a second thought.

He was flawless, his appearance- A sharp feature of slanted almond eyes that are going upwards, and thin pink lips. His thin eyebrows complimenting his deep green eyes and his platinum blonde hair shining in the sunlight. His body- as if refined by the goddesses and gave his lean structure a soft and slightly feminine look. His fashion- in any clothes he appears like a demi-god mingling with the mortals in the world.

Nobody could escape his charms when your eyes laid on his face, you can't help but be enraptured and follow his every whims and idea, saying yes to him and offering almost everything you own to see him smile and put his eyes on you. Yes, that's how charismatic he is.

He Míng. His name, Míng, means light, bright, and clear, while his surname He means river.

River as bright and clear as him.

People around him can't help but cling closer to him, wanting to know him better, learning more of his everything!

People are so enraptured- they almost move for him every time. He Míng... became an obsession...an addiction and no one is willing to let go of him.

They treated him highly like a god, trying to earn his favor, his attention, and his body with whatever tricks they could pull out from their scheming minds and corrupted hearts. They were not disappointed either, If things are favorable to He Míng, he will play with them and leave when he got what he wants.

The elite socialites always crowd around him when he attends an annual social party every year. From the very first appearance he made three years ago, he caught everyone's eyes. Man or woman, old or young- they sank into the temptation that He Míng made between him and them. At first, they were just curious about him and his background, but when they conversed to him, they started to show more interest, invest in time and money, and ultimately, fall into his intricate schemes.

He Míng uses their interest in his being to fund himself, adorned with knowledge, schemes, and eloquence to pave his path towards the elite society. After he gains their favor and interests, he starts to create small disputes to crush each other.

Men like delicate people who idolize them to boost their chauvinism and show-off how capable they are, being fully dependent on them. Women on another hand want to show sovereignty and possessiveness over someone who will cater to their needs and to indulge and to dote on them. The level of difficulty for He Míng in these situations is only around average.

Internal conflict, the dropping of stocks, missing people in the elite class, and the massacre of deep-rooted clans in the country. That was always in the news for the last three years. Trampling away the despicable and two-faced aristocrats, He Míng raised to the sky and took the throne.

The said man was quietly sitting at the CEO office of the biggest multi-national company in the whole world. He was leisurely leaning against the leather swivel chair and staring at the certificate of ownership of the said company. Below him was the past CEO a few months ago, moaning at his feet.

He Míng set his apathetic eyes on the young man wrapped beautifully in restrictive bondage. He was positioned in a leap-frog position, with hands and feet bound on a short pole screwed to the carpeted floor. Instead of thinking about his life or death, the tied-up person was thinking a vast amount of lewd things while looking straight towards He Míng's cold eyes.

"...I'm the reason you killed your family, I robbed your business, and I'm the reason you killed your spouse, but why are you looking at me like that?"- He Míng asked the man with a tilted head before looking away. The man flinched and tried to explain to He Míng, his nonsense spews and rattling voice was echoing in the silent and spacious office room.

"H-He Míng, I gave you everything I own, and I let you kill everyone I knew! Why won't you still accept me?"- The young man can't help but ask him in confusion and depression. His messy short raven hair was hiding his eyes, his fit physique bulging from the clothes. He Míng darted his eyes towards the young man, which changes the man's mood and met his gaze with a gaze full of worship and obsession.

"You... really are a pathetic person."- A snicker appeared from his mouth, followed by a laugh of ridicule before he calmed himself down and stood up from his chair to walk towards the tied up man. Crouching down in front of him, he presents two weapons for him; a handgun and a swiss knife.

"Hey, I'll give you a weapon after I untie you. This will be the case: Either you kill me or I kill you, easy right?"- After he said that, He Míng swiftly untied the man and walk close to the glass wall with his vulnerable back facing the man.

"H-He Míng you-"- The man stutters, losing focus of what's happening around him. He tried to scramble up to his feet but the lack of blood from being tied for a long time made him stumble and fall down the floor, however, his eyes were only set at He Ming's back all the time.

"H-He Míng! Don't do this! From the start, I give you everything you want! Everything! Why are you like this? I love you!"- The man desperately told him in a loud voice but He Míng stood there like a statue. The man shivered as he looked down at the weapons in front of him and slowly picked one of them.

"You love me? But you don't exactly know who I am... Don't you think it was ironic? You know your spouse who loved and cherished you... but instead, you betrayed her and killed your family."- He Míng told him while he looks at the dusk on the horizon.

"I-I loved you... that's why I did it for you... Didn't you say that they were against our relationship? Didn't you told me to kill the other pesky males that were trying to harass you?! Why are you like this now? I don't understand! I don't understand at all!"- The man's voice raised with both anger and confusion. Silence enveloped the whole room for a moment.

"Hey... Sir Jerard... did your brain really left your head?"- He Míng turned around and looked at the haggard man. His formal clothes wrinkled, his face pale and his eyes were blood-shot. On his hand... was the handgun. He met his delirious eyes with his cold pair of eyes before offering a smile.

"I used you. I used you to kill the unwanted and useless pawns I extracted my asset from. I let you kill the people who were meddling with my plan, let you kill the boy toys who were trying to suck up to me. Sir Jerard, I only used you. Love, passion, and fidelity... those were the things I despised the most."- He said in a low soothing tone. With his outstanding beauty, just a quirk of his lips is very seductive, with the dusk forming a soft halo behind him.

"No... N-No... He Míng take back those words! You love me! You're just lying! Who is it? Did someone try to bully you again? Tell me the name and I will kill them for you."- The man said in a resolute tone. He Míng looked at him with an amused look before he opened his mouth.

"It's Jerard Su."- As soon as the name was spoken, the room became unbelievably still, their eyes never left their gazes and the man felt something sharp stabbed him on his chest. It was an excruciating pain that came after that occupied his mind and body.

"Hey, didn't I told you that it's between killing me or killing you? Why are you so slow?"- He Míng only stared at him with a cold look as he falls down on the carpeted floor.

"He... Míng... I... love you..."- Jerard said in a low tone, He Míng only stared at him, repeatedly professing his stupid love to him.

"Stupid, I don't need you anymore, and the words and feelings you're trying to push to me.. I will never reciprocate."- He Míng told him as he looks straight at the flickering light from his eyes.

"Míng-er... to me... you're my greatest treasure... a... miracle... that... I..."- He Míng stared at his dead body for one second, before he used the intercom to call a janitor to clean up the mess.

He sat back down to his black leather swivel chair in an inelegant manner before turning around to watch the city light up in the night. He sighed, before rubbing the ring on his ring finger.

"I'm tired..."- He Míng whispered to himself before letting himself rest for a moment.