Hell

I have always known that I would go to Hell.

It should not be much different from what I am accustomed to.

So I guess I will be right at home.

After all much of my family is down there.

And some of my friends.

Some that have send me down this path.

Some that I have send down this path.

I am sure I will find my father in the darkest pits of hell,

Roasting over the burning lava.

And the man I have pretended to serve for so long,

Systematically decapitated on a bloody rack...

And I am sure their screams of pain will be like music to my ears...

Do I sound a little ... insane?

I have always known that I was a little ... disturbed.

After all what boy blows his mother to bits?

Or doesn't cry when his only friend is murdered in front of his eyes?

Or swear loyalty to the man who slaughtered his people and destroyed his innocence?

Or ... kill his own father?

But then again, I have always known that I would go to Hell.

Hell is after all not for the virtuous.

It is for the tainted, the evil...

You know, someone like me.

Someone who could tear apart two bosom friends.

Carefully manipulating primary emotions like jealousy, anger ... insecurity.

That, and the man they both loved or at least thought so.

(A man so heroic, so schaccarine sweet that I could almost gag.)

I engineered the death of two of the good guys and blasted a hole through the third.

And to make my evilness more complete,

I added a poor defenseless family to the mix.

And so my path was greased with the blood of many.

Sacrificed to further my cause.

Do I feel a twinge of conscience?

Do not make me laugh ... I have always known I would go to Hell.

I have sacrificed many of my own as well.

Including the woman foolish enough to love me.

I know she will not waiting for me as she usually does.

After all I know that it would not be Hell if she were at my side...

And since I always knew that I would be going to Hell,

It is only natural that at the end of the day,

My grand and elaborate machinations should fail.

And I come to my just desserts by succumbing to an essentially horrifying death.

And therefore, despite my superior brain,

And my undoubtedly kick-ass style,

I get blasted through the heart by the all-around good guy...

Though I wish He spared me the ignomity of his pity...

But that matters little to me now,

Because at the end of this dark tunnel lies the gateway of Hell...

Two misty smiling faces await me there, arms outstretched,

Calling me by a name I have long forgotten...

And all of a sudden I realize...

I am leaving Hell!