Hector slowly raised his chin and looked at the ceiling on top of him with his increasingly empty eyes. There was disbelief in his gaze.

Someone like him was destined to be able to enjoy all the finest things in life. He was destined to be on high, controlling the destiny of others.

Death was something so far away from him. For him, no matter what he did, it wouldn't be enough to kill him.

Even if the punishment for his crime was death, there would be plenty who would be willing to die in his