The Duke's youngest son is so Unbearable
"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…"
Man, these words are simple yet very true. The one who said these words must have really been… "corrupted," hehe.
Does power corrupt? Maybe. But why? Is it power's very nature to corrupt?
If that's true, does that mean everyone who has power is… corrupted? And if they are, then how much? Partially, slightly, or fully?
Who, then, is the most corrupt?
Is it the police, who have the power of law over the people who break it?
Or is it the military, with the power of weapons?
Or is it the politicians, controlling the police, the military, and the infamous red buttons?
Or perhaps it's the people who fund those politicians—those who control everything from the shadows.
To know who is the most corrupt, we need to figure out who is the most powerful.
If I asked a random person, "Who's the most powerful being?" they'd probably answer with one word: God.
Well, it makes sense. I mean, God Himself says in His holy scriptures that He is the source of all power. The most powerful being there was, is, and will ever be.
If He is the source of all power...
And if power's very nature is to corrupt...
Then does that mean "God," the source of all power, is also the source of all corruption?!
I rubbed the back of my neck, my lips twitching into a nervous smile. Probably not, but then again…
Angels, the second most powerful beings, worship God and cannot disobey Him. At least in Islam, they can't. Christianity? Well, that's a whole different ballgame. So I don't know—maybe.
But what about the people who believe in God?
There are plenty of radicals out there. I mean, I've seen enough news stories about people blowing themselves up in the name of God. Killing others in His name.
Some even believe they're chosen by God, so they kill for Him.
Are they believers in God? Corrupted by the Devil? Or enlightened beings who see something my dumb self doesn't?
I squinted, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my thigh. Man, I don't know about Hell, but after all these blasphemous thoughts, I don't think God's letting me into Heaven either.
Now, everyone's probably wondering, Why are you talking about these blasphemous things?
Well, it's my grandma's fault.
"What did she do?"
Nothing! It's not what she did—it's what she said. When I was little, my grandma used to say, "If you have nothing to do, think about God." So, technically, it's her fault.
As a new Author I have to say sorry if you're reading this but the first few chapters are not gonna be that good. but with time I'll get their.
so please give this book a read