[ WP ] `` He was never warm in his entire life . Not once . ''

`` He was never warm in his entire life. Not once,'' said Abraham as he stood in front of the casket containing the mortal remains of his father. 
 
 In front of him, arose an indignant gasp from the pews of the grand cathedral. The people seated upon the ornate wooden benches were dressed in black funeral garb and they stared in disbelief as Abraham continued his eulogy. 
 
 `` There is no denying that my father, Jacob, rose to the heights of greatness and will leave a legacy behind him that will last for generations to come, but I refuse to let my father be remembered as anything other than a monster that clothed itself in the skin of a man. `` 
 
 `` That! Is! What! He! Truly! Was!'' Abraham slammed his fist down on the podium again and again as he choked out each word. The light streaming in through the stained glass windows above the altar bathed Abraham's blond hair and face in multi-colored hues. He wiped tears of rage from his eyes and took a deep breath. 
 
 `` My father,'' Abraham began, `` was born in the middle of a war in Syria during the 1950s. He never had a normal childhood. At the age of three, a rifle was put into his hands and he was taught how to kill and how to hate. He grew up as one of many child soldiers, but he was a special case among them. To this day, no one knows exactly how many lives he took in that conflict alone.'' 
 
 Some older members of the audience who had known Jacob well, or so they thought, stood up to leave, but Abraham shook his head and the tuxedo-clad guards shut the doors to the chapel. The disgruntled people who had risen sat back down in stunned disbelief and turned their angry scowls upon Abraham. The speaker could only smile and spin more of his tale. 
 
 `` When he was 16, Jacob became a mercenary for hire. He was the best at what he did, espionage and assassination, and countries all over the world vied for his services. He traveled from battlefield to battlefield, killing countless men, women and children. He murdered non-combatants and tortured his enemies for sport. Over time, he amassed a fortune built upon the bones and blood of the thousands upon thousands of people whose lives he had destroyed until finally, when he was twenty years old, he became involved in the last conflict that he would ever personally take part in.'' 
 
 Abraham pulled a flask filled with whisky from his breast pocket and drained it in one pull. He wiped his mouth with the back of an arm and kicked the podium over. The audience cried out at the display. 
 
 `` Shut the fuck up,'' screamed Abraham, `` all of you pieces of shit that financed him and bought his stock will love this next part!'' His blue eyes were wide and his breathing came in ragged gasps as he began to whisper. 
 
 `` In Tanzania, he met the woman that would become my mother. My father had been gravely injured by the blast from a bunker-buster and my mother, unluckily enough, was a doctor in the Red Cross. She nursed the bastard back to health over the course of a month. Do you know how he repaid her for saving his life?'' Abraham asked as he pointed a finger across the room. He put one hand over his face and closed his eyes. 
 
 `` He raped her. My father, the piece of human filth you all called a friend, raped her. He raped her over and over again and held her prisoner in his compound until, one sunny morning in December, I was ready to be born. Do you know what he did then? He cut me out of her stomach right in front of her eyes and slit her throat as he held me in his arms.'' Abraham laughed and began to sway back and forth. 
 
 The room was dead-silent. No one drew breath or dared to break it. Abraham opened a bottle of communion wine from the altar and drained it before taking off his coat and sitting down on the steps. He loosened his tie and spoke in low tones. 
 
 `` I was the product of rape, torture and murder. My father kept me because he wanted an heir. He wanted a legacy so the world would remember him. Because the godforsaken bastard was so good at what he did, dear old Uncle Sam offered to pardon his war crimes and bury the atrocities he had committed if only he would consult for them and become a citizen of the great U S of A. And consult he did. With the fortune he had amassed as a mercenary, he built his glorious empire.'' 
 
 Abraham removed his shirt and raised his arms to the vaulted ceilings and the crystal chandeliers they supported. The on-lookers began to murmur. His torso was covered in scars ranging from burns to lacerations and bullet holes. He stood and turned around. His back was criss-crossed with the lines of whip-marks. 
 
 `` He forced me to walk in his footsteps and when I refused, he tortured me. He taunted me with his war-stories and my mother's death and when I was too close for his comfort to dying from his tender ministrations, he would call the talented Dr. Alberdeen to patch me up again.'' 
 
 Abraham motioned to a grey-bearded man in the audience. `` Thank you for saving my life no less than thirty-two times, doctor, would you please stand up in recognition of your valiant deeds,'' he said between fits of cackling laughter. The man shrank beneath the shocked stares of his peers. 
 
 `` Too shy? Well that's ok,'' Abraham stared the doctor down, `` my father worked for thirty years to make Euler Armaments the force it is in the world today and now his company is mine.'' Abraham cackled. 
 
 `` Do you know what I'm going to do with his precious legacy? I'm going to dismantle it piece by hellish piece starting today,'' he raised his arms and grinned, `` and you, the people that aided and abetted the monster called Jacob, are going to be dismantled along with it.'' 
 
 The guards closed in around the crowd and began collecting their cellphones at gun point. They blocked all the exits and stood with arms clasped at their waists in stoic silence. Abraham lit a cigarette and walked out the double doors shirtless into the afternoon light. 
 
 `` Have fun knowing your stock is about to plummet and there's nothing you can do about it,'' he called behind him. 

