if there's one thing that you can claim you've always loved, it's money. when you were younger you dreamed of having it, having it thrown into the air and falling around you in a shower of green. now that you're older you don't dream that, it's a reality - and you've done it on a few occasions when you wanted to spoil yourself.
it wasn't easy being in love with money. it was a fickle lover and it was always looking to scorn you. she still is looking to scorn you.
you'd grown up poor, turning to begging on the streets instead of going to school. your mother couldn't provide for you and your father was never around. it was always just you on your own from as young as you can remember - which isn't very young because you like to ignore the earlier ages of your life. you can still feel the gnawing hunger inside your stomach as you go days, even weeks, without something proper to eat.
you're left to scavenging in the garbage like some rabid and foul beast just because you don't have any money. no one takes pity on you, you're one of hundreds - no, thousands, even perhaps, millions, of children in the same condition. there's no one to pity you besides yourself. and you do. you wallow in that pity as you sit on a street corner, your hands clasping a cup out in front of you as people hustle by. you're looked down upon, sometimes even spat on, simply for trying to eat.
when you're in your teens, you grow to despise that feeling. to despise yourself for being poor. you hate that word. any time it's said you get a sick feeling that you can't shake. your hands clench into fists at your side as you stand on the same street corner you stood at when you were younger. you've spent what little free time you have studying, trying to teach yourself what you should have learned in school.
finally, it's a miracle when you get a real job - you're just a busboy, but it pays. you finally start your love affair with money and you couldn't be happier. it's hard at first, every cent you make is immediately spent and you want to scream. it's frustrating, you can't seem to keep a handle on it at all as you put another dollar down towards food for your stomach.
you set your sights on a gun. you simply can't work as a busboy your entire life. you have visions, goals. you see yourself being someone and you can't become that someone without a little risk.
it takes another two years before you can buy the gun, continuing to teach yourself the things your peers would learn in school. you guess that it could be considered homeschooling, but you can't even consider your home a home. it's a building that you rest your head in and the rest of your time you're never there.
during those two years you planned though. you waited and you planned and you figured it was fool proof. and it was. four dead rich men later and your pockets were stuffed. with your new found cash and your self-taught lessons, you applied to university. somehow, perhaps it was the promise of more cash to come, you got in. you chose business as your study of choice - you'd prefer to keep the money you'd earned rather than waste it away once more. you couldn't let your crimes go to the wayside by squandering your money. so you put it to use.
though that's not to say you aren't perfect at saving. you do spend, quite a bit actually. and you commit some more illegal acts, but if you'll never be caught, what's the issue, right?
it's in your second year of college when you meet her. you'd just bought her father's company (the third business you've bought since obtaining your riches) and you see her standing outside to meet with her father.
zelda. she's beautiful and you have to have her. you'd grown greedy since you'd first gotten your hands on some wealth and it expands past the normal points of greed. it's not just monetary greed you now possess, but a greed for simply anything that you think that you should have.
some how you woo her. with your flashy clothes or the gifts you buy her, some how she becomes enamored with you and you with her. it's not long before the two of you are married and she's set to give birth in a few months. man, it seemed like just yesterday that you were asking for hand outs and today you're sitting in your large chair, sipping a bottle of wine that cost as much as diamond ring.
you think that you're happy. you have a family and a wealth that can't even fit in your pockets, a house bigger than you could ever hope for and a myriad of businesses under your name. but you're not truly happy. on the surface maybe you are, but you can't help feeling as if you're missing something.
money can't buy you happiness, you've realized this now.
but it can buy you trust and friends and anything else you wish. it also can't bring back your daughter. she's dead and she can't be brought back to you, no matter how much money you spend or how much you beg. she's gone and you feel your heart break. you loved her. you love zelda. but your wife isn't the same wife you married when you were younger.
she's ill and can't make sense of what is or isn't real. it hurts you to look at her - to see the same beautiful face you fell in love with, but to look into her eyes and see a stranger. you care for her the best you can, though you turn your attention to the abilities guild you'd formed shortly before your daughter's death.
you throw yourself into it, collecting ability users from around america to join your guild. mainly the rich and influential are the only ones allowed in, but you make your exceptions. you have a much too caring heart to your chagrin. a weakness for those that you care for and consider your own.
it's only after the guild has formed that you learn of the book. a book that can bring your daughter back to life and restore your wife to who she used to be. you need to have it. you want that one little piece of happiness back in your life - no matter what the cost.