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I do not like to talk, but I have nothing better to do while I wait for freedom. While I wait for some foolish adventurer to find my rotting, frozen corpse, lost to the bustling world overhead. While I wait for the stone doors of my crypt to open once more, and the breeze to hit my prone form.

I miss it. I don’t.

I was dead, then I was alive. It happened again, and again, and again -  a death for my birth, a death for my theft, a death as I left. A death for each of my follies. I didn’t know.

I had nothing. I wallowed in my wretched existence for     years    before enough was enough.

They told me I would have everything. I took what I wanted.

Could they blame me? No.

It hurts. It does.

I made myself bigger. I made myself better. I was bigger and better and then they came, with swords and arrows, and wailed upon my bigger, better self and I couldn’t defeat them. I almost did. But I didn’t.

They took my eye. They took my life. They took mine. They didn’t take my soul.

Take the water from my eye s . Take the blood from my veins. It will do nothing. I am not water. I am not blood. I am fire and smoke, and all -

And all will burn.

 

My chest hurts. My head hurts. I want to -

No. Not yet.

 

Take the flesh from my bones. Take the sword from my heart. Take the soul from my body.

No. I must stay together. We must stay together. If I want to succeed, I must use bandages and glue and keep myself together.

I cannot die.

And if I do? I won’t.

I will.

I’m used to it.

I shouldn’t have to be.

It’s not supposed to be like this. Well, it is.

I don’t want to be like this. But I am.

I am myself. I am the wrath that fuels hatred, and the hatred that ignites wrath. And I await my next chance to -

They will stop us. Stop that. Stop what?

I am a God. I am a fraud. Silence.

I wanted immortality. What is this?

Your wish.

 

I need you. I need this.

Tear out my brain. Tear out my heart. Tear out my guts. Destroy us. Do it again, and again, and again. The Goddesses will just give us new ones -  news brains so that we may think, new hearts so that we may feel, new guts so that we may act.

We just have to keep going.

I will have everything. I am everything.

Unfiltered Wrath. An incarnation of Hatred.

A being of unparalleled Malice.

And I will not rest until everything is as dead as my former existence.