What is a thief? Someone who steals for power and wealth, out of greed and hatred? Are they filled with evil, or is there something more?

In Egypt I am king, I rule the land and can have anything I desire. I steal for wealth, glory and pleasure. Looked up to by my village, feared by everyone else. I've stolen the most glorious of things, money, jewels, and objects worth more than the mind can comprehend. But most of it is senseless; taking things I don't need and will never use, meaningless objects that I just can't keep my hands off. I stole a flute once and learnt to play, but snapped it when I couldn't hold a note. I stole a canvas and paints, but ripped it to shreds when I smudged the image I'd tried so hard to create. I stole a love letter, but burnt it to ashes when I realised I had no one to write these beautiful words to. A whole room littered with broken memories. Memories that weren't mine, and never would be. The things I wanted most, but could never have. The only pleasure I got was from knowing that those people would never have them either.

No one would dare steal from me, for there was nothing to take. Anything I stole could not define me; I was not a musician, a painter or a lover. I was the King of Thieves, and that's all I would ever be. No one would know of my longings, my urges, my desire to be something more than just a thief; they would not understand. I don't understand. The power should complete me, it was everything I wanted, but all I feel is emptiness inside. A hollow shell waiting to be filled. A body waiting for a soul, for a purpose. A purpose that will never be revealed, never be fulfilled.

Who am I kidding? I have no purpose. I am the King of Thieves and my reason for existence is to take revenge upon the world for my sorrows; to strike fear into the hearts of the mere mortals that serve me, and to destroy the lives of those who disobey me. I will never be complete because there is nothing on this earth worthy of completing me. I have gotten this far, and I will continue until the entire world feels as I do.

Empty.

So I ask you again, what is a thief? An evil and malicious being that lurks in the shadows waiting to take your light? Or a lost and tormented soul, who resides in the shadows because they have no light of their own?

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