The God of Jesters

While growing up, I understood one thing about myself. I never did anything that was not entertaining to me.

And more than that, I loved to entertain the masses even more.

The event that taught me this fact about myself was a sad day of my life as well, it was the day of my fathers passing, which I didn like one bit.

And in an attempt to find something entertaining away from the dead body of my father, I came across some rats that were fighting close to a sewer.

To the young me, I found it fascinating, as in my whole life and all the rats I have seen. This was the first time I saw them fight.

And the more I saw them fight, the more entertained I got and then it gave me an Idea.

After cremating my father, I started to capture rats from sewers around my house.

And while my mother went to the toil in a factory that earned her meager income. I started a rat-fighting company.

Which, if I have to say the truth, was a failure. At the start at least.

Like I said before, rats don fight and the scene I witnessed before was truly a rare one. I needed to find a way to make these rats aggressive and brutal.

I needed to find them more fun, and easily distinguishable.

After my job at the food stall, I would always explore the world and steal newspapers. Unlike many my age in my circumstances, I was pretty learned and knew how to read. And this newspaper became my only source of knowledge about the world.

And during one of those reading sessions, I came across the reason why these rats were not fighting.

”Cannibalism in the countryside, people are killing each other out of hunger. ” Reading the headline and the details of the event made me aware of where I was failing.

As it turns out, I was a fool to feed them. Originally I had thought that keeping these rats fed and healthy would make the fight more energetic. Which was a wrong assumption on my part.

And to test if my idea was right, I made two of my most prized rats go hungry for 3-4 days and only gave them water to drink. After which, I placed them in a single cage and saw the carnage that followed.

Which was beautiful.

This fight was nothing compared to the one before and I wanted to make other people watch a fight like this as well.

And thats how I started my first successful business of rat fighting.

Painting the winners to help them stand out, I even gave the stronger ones names.

There was a time, there were people called me the rat king. Which I liked very much. It might be offensive to others. But to me, this name was more meaningful than the name my parents gave me.

For that name had nothing to do with my personality and neither the way I lived, the name felt almost alien to the very thing I was.

So when my mother died after smoking too many poisonous gasses in the factory, I abandoned that name altogether and left the city.

The rats are just the beginning, I wish to become bigger.

I wished to visit those legendary gladiator arenas where humans fight for their life.

I wish to be the maestro of that bountiful orchestra made of screaming men who fought for their life.

But as it turns out, things never go as one intends them to be.

”Kill him? Nah, that will be too much of a waste. ” Said the bastard while eyeing my body. I can feel the thirst hidden in it, the same kind of thirst that many men held towards my mother after my fathers death.

And I know what this man wished to do with me.

As to begin with, I was just a 17-year-old traveling all alone due to the life I lived. My bodys development also didn catch up with my age. Making me look a lot younger than I actually was, turning into a prime target for the degenerates like these.

”Look at the kids eyes, its as if he would eat me. ” The man laughed before breathing down my neck and threatening me. ”But sadly kid, it will be us eating you. ”

A powerful threat and it even made me worry for my life. This can be the end, I wished to be entertained more, I wished to entertain others even more.

I can just end as a Rat king.

So I said something that might save my life.

”How long will my flesh even feed you for? Might I tell you about something even more worthwhile? ” I asked these men. These two fools, who have never worked once in their life. These troglodytes that have never bothered to even know what civilization even means for being literate. I can forget about it.

”What do you mean boy? ” At the mention of something more worthwhile, the two disgusting-looking cannibals asked me the same question together at once.

They might have been strong and savage, but they were a lot simpler if I looked at them from a different perspective.

Savages, both of them.

”Have you heard about the circus?… I am a Jester there, the Jester who has an act with rats. ” I said, pointing toward the large luggage with some holes in them.

”Do you see that big luggage? There are some rats in them, enough to feed you for a whole week. ” I didn speak any more than this.

If these savages were smart enough, they might have used these rats and opened a small rat farm if they wished to.

But their minds were too soiled. And from their looks, their genetics might be the same.

One can easily see that these two men were a product of incest and there might be others in their family close by.

So I wished to survive this place and I don mind giving up some rats for it.

”Some rats? Are you taking us for a fool? How can rats even fill our stomachs? ” The bigger one with a limping leg said as he grabbed my butt in his hand. ”And those rats can give us this. ”

I hated these two, I can see that their sexual frustration was more than the hunger in their stomach.

I presumed that their family was not doing it for them.

”I… I am ready. I will not struggle. But please, take the rats and spare my life. ” I said, with some fear.

Because I was scared. But this fear didn cloud my mind. Instead, it gave me more confidence and motivation.

And it was not fear of death that scared me, it was fear of being bored.

It was too boring. And yes, it was. These two just trapped him while he was on road and are now threatening him with r*pe and then death.

And they have been doing it for the last five minutes with no progress.

”If you insist so much, then lets see those rats of yours. ” The smaller one with nimble feet said. He might be the weaker of the two, but seeing the larger one was limp in one leg, I can see the one that might pose the most danger if I were to run away.

So it was good that it was him that was opening the suitcase.

”Just be careful, those rats have been hungry for a while, ” I said as my body sho