Anger
The worst i’ve ever known. Usually, anger is just an emotion, contained within the mind, trapped to a futile existence, made to burn out. This, however, was different. The rage was not fultie but sentient, pulsing through my limbs and extruding from my body in a eerie blaze.
They say fury blankets the mind, casting a red haze over one’s eyes.
My anger did no such thing.
Like a dull sword in the hands of a master craftsmen, my mind grew sharper, my gaze keener, showing me details of life I have never seen.
For the first time, I felt that I could truly see. My eyes were opened, able to witness the disgusting nature of the world, the cruel practices of those who claim peace and justice!
In the end they are all hypocrites.
Strip away their twisted ideals, the strength of those they stand upon, and they are nothing but pitiful beasts that whimper at your feet, fear evident in every inch of their body.
Like the one currently at my own feet.
It was hilarious really, him thinking that, because of his position, he possessed the ability to imprison me, to jail me and my fury. The self-righteousness that oozed from his every pore was replaced with rightful terror as he kneeled in my presence, too afraid of the crazed flames to look into my eyes.
Despite this, I felt no joy. A pathetic man living a pitiful existence, hurting those around him in an effort to achieve his own selfish ideals, bathing in his sin like a pig in mud, it was sickening.
Great was my anger, but so was my pity.
It was only right of us to grant him him freedom, to cleanse him of all the chains that bound him to this life, to burn all the rot that infested him.
The pain he felt was a small price to pay, but by cremating his body, we freed his soul.
Oh yes, we.
I don’t think I told you, have I?
Like I said, my anger was conscious thing, pulsing and coiling around me through my flames. They were no longer mine to command but a host for this anger, restricting my limbs and whispering to my mind.
It was this force that opened my eyes, that showed me what needed to be done.
To burn the world, as to free it from its sins.
To lay waste to all the islands and seas.
To transform the world into ash, so it may be reborn, free from all its afflictions.
This was the goal I was given, and this goal I aim to achieve.
