Sometimes ugliest faces hide sweetest souls, sometimes it’s not that way. Faces rarely tell the story of the heart hidden behind. A rare flicker of emotion may expose the soul but there are crafty minds that hide poisonous soul behind a calm, sometimes lovely face and behaviour.
He was an ugly man, with a very calm, poised manner; very educated and knew how to talk and present himself.
He mixed with dozens of people; mostly more, rarely less yet only hand-counted people knew that he was a hardcore terrorist.
A crooked mind, spewing with hatred was hidden behind all that intellectual gab. That gab was used for two purposes, conning and hiding. He used that slithery tongue to brainwash his recruits and fool others.
Such was his expertise with his tongue that none got a whiff of what is going on inside him.
He squeezed out money from fanatics using that gab, and used it to fool his root level workers. His organization was multilayered. The lowest rung was truly fanatic, do or die type. The higher they grew the viler they became.
He had to play this pretense because the money he squeezed out from fanatics was not that little, and that money helped him to build the rest of his ladder in initial stage and now it works as his defense mechanism. If he knew someone knows too much, he tracked him out, tricked his terrorist outfit to blow out his office building or shop as another “operation”- enemy gone! His terrorist outfit of-course took the blame.
Outside world knew he was a publisher; those who knew him from this side believed he had strong connections in the world of journalism and publishing. He was a very powerful man, it was smart not to displease him, forget about angering him.
This avatar was used to the utmost excellence.
He used it to crush and create “stars” and of course ordinary people.
If he tried to suck in someone in his trap it was better that he or she gave in; if they resisted that meant the end of their career.