(an old story, probably from 2010 - edited it a bit today)

Once Upon A Time: A King's Orders

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There once was a man, a king of the lands, who wished to build a throne that could reach through the heavens. It would be a monument of his love for the Lord, so the king demanded the body of every heathen his men killed to be brought to his castle and used to create his throne. His men nodded and did his bidding, for the word of God was in his crazed mind. The mountain of bodies grew and grew, until it rose above the grandest trees and the most majestic mountains. The man could peer into India, Russia, and even Africa, but he was not at Heaven's gate, so he was not satisfied. Below him rivers ran red with blood, but they were heathens, so it was a just bloodshed and his men worked diligently for the man in the sky. They killed and they killed and they killed still more until the king's hand could touch the red dust of Mars; they killed until the last heathen lay dead beneath the elevated man.

"My Lord!" They cried out to him from below, and he peered down at his subjects with only a frown. "The heathens are dead! How shall we finish your throne?"

The man scowled at their stupidity and bellowed down to their ears. "Bring me the criminals, the whores, rapists, and murderers! They shall be used next, for God has no heart for the damned!"

These bodies were brought and the man was lifted into the body of the stars, but it was not enough. The subjects cried out again, fearful of the tower and of the man.

"My Lord!" The king snarled, but turned his eyes to his people who spoke in a chorus of cries - the only pitch that could reach him. "The criminals are dead! Every last whore, rapist, and murderer! How now shall we continue?"

"Bring me the deformed! The hideous and feared! God hated them from birth, so he shall be pleased to have them gone!" The man looked up to the heavens, eyes burning to see the Kingdom. The subjects faltered.

"But, Sire! The people fear you! What shall we do?"

The man roared in fury, his rage echoing through the galaxies. "I am their king! Their lord and master! Their fear is not real fear! Now build up my throne!"

The people followed the man's will and they killed and they killed and they killed still more. Now they had run out of bodies once again.

"My Lord! It is done! The hideous and feared are dead! What now, my Lord?"

"Pile on all of the dead! Without their souls, the body is but dust and shall be made use of if added to my throne! Now bring me the ill! The sick that poison the land! Bring them to me to rid the world of sickness!"

It was done, and the throne reached past the stars and pierced into the black world beyond them.

"My Lord! They are all dead! What now? What shall we do now?"

"Bring me all of those you see and do not love! I need more bodies! More! For my throne!"

The subjects did as they were told, and the throne rose through the darkness and approached a white light. The light solidified and formed an immaculate gate with billions of shining celestial bodies behind it, watching the king. The man grinned, muscles taut with joy, and he let out a laugh that clashed against the singing voices of angels. His throne stopped just out of arm's reach of the gate. The king strained and strained, but could not touch the gate. He growled down at his subjects and let out a bellow.

"MORE! MORE! I CAN ALMOST TOUCH THE GATE! MORE I COMMAND, MORE!"

"My Lord."

The man's eyes darted to the gate and fell upon the celestial forms. He froze as he recognized them, and they spoke with gentle voices.

"There are no more bodies. All are dead, for we could not even love or remember who we once were. All of the world was a stranger. And now all of us are dead. Your throne will never reach the Kingdom."

"NO!" The man shrieked, gnashing his teeth, swinging his head, his feet planted on his throne. He threw out his arms and released his outrage in a tremendous roar. "NO, MY SUBJECTS! I WAS TO REACH GOD! NOT YOU! NOT YOU! NOT THE HEATHENS, THE CRIMINALS, THOSE WHO STAND BESIDE YOU! I WILL HAVE GOD! NOT YOU! NOT YOU!"

The man snarled and made a wild leap from his towering throne, unbalancing it, and the great pillar of corpses tumbled beneath him as his hands grasped for the gate. He did not touch it, and fell with the bodies into the darkness, falling so far that the light of heaven faded, and he passed again the stars and the planet Mars; he screamed with all his limitless hatred as he plummeted down, and the king continued to fall until he struck the earth.

There was no longer a world of the living, only the dead that the man fell upon, just as lifeless as the rest.