Dramatis Personae (Part Drei)

Have you ever had a taste of Hell? It tasted Hell. Every time it lay down for a few moments rest, it tasted Hell. And felt it. And smelled it. The stench of burning, rotting flesh was nauseating. The heat was intolerable. The mournful cries and gut-wrenching screams were enough to drive it insane.

But it was too late for this creature. It had made its choice. It crouched in the shadows, waiting for its next victim to stroll innocently by. Then it would strike.

Its finger traced quiet designs in the sand as it waited. Designs that would strike fear into the hearts of any person that saw them. But for this creature, they were commonplace symbols- signs of identity and realism.

It saw one of the Others across the dark street, waiting for someone as well. The Other's light was blinding, so it looked away. But it had already been scalded. It opened one eye and pointed it back at the Other, glaring at its glorious graceful attire and sneering at its own dark filthy rags, if they could even be called that.

At first, it had felt guilty for its betrayal, part in parcel of the Ultimate Betrayal that had caused a full third of them to be Banished. But over time its heart had coagulated, then hardened, and was now a block of stone in its chest. It felt betrayed. It felt as if it deserved another chance. After all, all these creatures on this measly planet had been given a second chance. Why not those of the Realm? Why couldn't it be forgiven? It had been denied that privilege- nay, that right. Who was this ONE to claim control over everything anyway?

Rage.

It became a true slave to that feeling and at that moment swore on its own being that it would see justice. So full of rage, in fact, that it couldn't even see in front of its own nose.
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As you may have noticed, I've started a trend here. It has a point; I promise.