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Jayyson Star

Growing up in medieval times he was an evil young prince. He got bored easily and like his cruel father all that amused him was war and others misery. At a young age he ran around the castle pulling pranks on the servants. Not annoying little pranks, painful ones. He would put spikes on seats and poisonous snakes in beds. One of his more famous pranks was a single piranha in a man’s bath. As he got older the injuries got more and more server. Though he loved to prank he also liked to help his uncle with his job in the kingdom. His uncle was the executioner. By the age of 12 he knew how to use the guillotine more effectively than his uncle. There were many incidents were the beheading machine was rigged to kill slowly instead of fast and effectively though Jayyson denied it he laughed and cheered at the executions. He only admitted to that cruel prank before his own death. At 16 he became king by slaughtering his own father. Even starting out he was feared by all. Now he wasn’t just a cruel child but their cruel king. Although their fears were irrational. Jayy didn’t care to bother who he already had control over. Though the laws got stricter and the punishments more inhuman they were the safest from King Star’s wrath. Soon after his uprising he declared war with a neighboring nation. The war was won and he publicly and viciously slaughtered anyone opposing his new position of power. Building up the army for a year weeded out all the opposition. After that year their were multiple wars waging. He took over many and killed millions. At twenty years old he owned  a chunk of land nearly as big as the USSR. Making the mistake of not weeding out enough of the opposition though got back to him. He was kidnapped and held prisoner. In their pubic beheading he gave up his power to his leading general. Before he could be beheaded he took a citizens torch and set himself on fire. Jayy burned to death laughing an evil laugh. There were many horror tales about him after his death. He was one of the things that went bump in the night, stories to scary to tell your children at night. Although he was dead no one believed he was gone. Not even the audience who stood there and watched him burn, not even the man that buried his body.  Their suspicion was rational though because he was exactly what they all feared. He was a demon, a creature that went bump in the night.