An unfinished collection of stories (they are intended to tie together) please start at the bottom.

Scorn

Sithis watched as the town burned. the nights in Moscow got cold so the fire should warm the villagers up nicely along with the traitors. Sithis laughed and told the pilot to fly on.
Sithis had been all over the world. He was the right hand man to the most powerful mob boss in the world and when the government killed each other only those outside the law survived and thrived. Sithis took care of the big jobs like killing the other bosses or as the case was here torching the revival of the U.S.S.R.
Sithis looked our the window to the frozen tundra below the helicopter and wondered why people kept living. The world was dead and humans should die with it. He pulled his coat closer to his pale body and wondered...

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