[ WP ] Write a story where evil triumphs over good , and evil is just pure evil without any redeeming qualities

The pen rolled and rumbled around the paper, bulldozing through the clauses, determined to finalize the moment as planned. It was the second the signature on the piece of paper, the first had nervously been planted by the gentle, wet hand of the older gentleman sitting uncomfortably in front of him. 
 
 `` And you said it will only take a few days?'' the man enquired, hands rolling his battered hat in his hands, creased eyes cloudy as if he was trying to fight back the progress he had just signed way, `` Everything will be taken care of?'' 
 
 The second man, suited, lounging behind the large mahogany desk covered in models and concepts and fat folders filled with sums and figures, paused for a moment and looked over the top of his glasses. `` Oh yes, indeed they will'', another nonchalant signature went down forming a big sprawling signature, `` you'll have nothing to worry about in the end, we'll be taking care of everything.'' 
 
 The hat rotated several more times while the final, awaited signature was signed off with a loud forceful fullstop. Silence now hung in the air like the pen which lingered over the contract. Both seemed to be considering the full repercussions of the action before the pen was carefully returned to the gilded holder which sat to one side. 
 
 `` Done'' the suited man announced cheerfully, a smile constructed on his face `` Now if you go and see Katherine sort out the last remaining bits and bobs, not least the account you'll want the money transferred to. One needs to know these details when trying to provide for ones family after all.'' 
 
 The balding grey head nodded in agreement, eyes now downcast onto the floor. `` I must, must n't I. I thought I had saved enough you know. For my wife and I, my retirement, my children and my grandchildren.'' One hand detached itself from the hat and he wiped the forming tears away, `` But at you least you've been good. Offering me all those loans, even when interest rates and it became harder to afford the repayments. I needed those to feed my family, to house them, to keep them warm.'' 
 
 The smile seemed to expand even more as the suited man replied `` And that's why we're letting you live in the house. We're not heartless you know. You get all the money and get to keep living in the house until the term of the contract expires.'' 
 
 The hand slowly reattached itself to the battered hat, then hat was slowly lifted up and planted gingerly on top his head, `` I'm sure we can find another smaller place, I've heard of worse than 6 people in a two bedroom house.'' Slowly, fighting and using his hands as the roots to raise him up he stood and shuffled his way to the door. 
 
 `` But I might need some help then. And I think once I'm gone my children might definitely need help. It's hard to get a hand up in life without some help.'' 
 
 The suited man leaned further pack into his seat and built his smile even bigger. The contract clad in a thick rubber band was deposited with the rest in a filer draw. `` Oh we can help. We're always quite ready to help. You, your children, grandchilden, we hope we can help them all. I hope to say we can help them forever. As long as they can agree to our terms that is.'' 
 
 The old man nodded once, exited remorsefully out the door and quietly pulled it behind him. The pen was from its resting position and put it use again, scoring through the final name on a list of other struck through names. It would take few years longer than he had hoped, as it had taken to get to this point. The pen moved on the golf course plan as it fabricated his dream design. He would get what he wanted, and there might be some waiting involved, but his desires would not be kept from him. 
 
 `` Just remember'' he said to nobody in particular as he renovated and removed `` you can always trust your bank.''
