"N-n-NO!" were the man's last stuttering words as Hades dug his fingers deep enough into his neck to tear his throat out with the same ease as if it'd been a single pipe cleaner. In the process, he was nearly decapitated, but instead of that option, his head just limped back and to the side, wearing the final widened eyes, ravaged with fear but empty of life, and a forever gaping mouth look.
The atmosphere was one of panic and chaos, as every person Hades was forcing to watch screamed with the naivety of children. Not that they knew any better. The place Hades had chosen to tear to shreds was a mental hospital. The majority of the imbeciles there had no more worth or IQ than an infant. This included the man who had just been murdered.
"My children!" Hades shouted to them all. "You look on with such disgust and confusion, but can you not see? This is what our world has been reduced to... all of you... and now... you will be lucky enough to be the first step in its cleansing."
Holding out his hand a scalpel appeared, and a hole burned right through the dead man's bleached white shirt, the top left corner of it.
Hades knelt at his side, and with only resolution in his eyes, put the scalpel to his chest, and carved out the shape of a heart. Blood seeped from the edges like an over-flowing baking soda and vinegar volcano.
Peeling that top layer away, Hades's smile turned sadistic as he used his previously clean hand to penetrate into the dead human, before using a quick yank to pull out the heart.
"Still warm," he cooed as he stood back up, with the blood now running down his forearms as he held the heart up for them to see.
"This is the pulsing lifeline of society's fucked up mentality." With that, it exploded in fire, sending splatter and flaming chunks of the organ towards each and every one of his current prisoners. "And I'm prepared to force it to flat-line one. by. one."
5 minutes later and he'd followed through with that promise, as blood now dripped from everywhere as proof of his slaughter; from the door frames to his own cheeks. Hades took in a savouring breath as he allowed his head to fall back and eyes to fall shut as the treasured the moment where he was, with still half-beating hearts surrounding him like the jewels in his crown that they were.
However, he had to release an extended exasperated sigh now, much contrasted to the one of content of moments previous. The bloodied walls melted back into tar-ridden coal palisades, and the hearts hardened back into jagged, haphazard stones.
Hades's savouring had had any of its satisfaction drained upon bringing himself back to the reality that that was only him playing God within his own Hell.
"Soon enough," he muttered conclusively under his breath as his eyes regained their tenebrous glare. Walking away, he felt and heard the squish of a burning organ under his shoe.