Dimentio sat very still, seated at his desk. He was shaking, just a little bit, fists and teeth clenched. He was angry...so angry. A fire burned in his core, filling him to the brim with rage like he had never felt. The only thing occupying his mind at the moment was an image of Count Bleck. He just stood there, gripping his sceptre, a smug, sinister smile on his dark blue face. In his other hand, he held the Dark Prognosticus, the source of an amazing amount of dark energy, and the prophecy that foretold the destruction of all worlds. What he wouldn't give to strike down that pathetic count, and pry the book from his cold, dead hands he didn't know. But that was impossible; he had the Chaos Heart. The only way Dimentio could succeed was if he had the Pure Hearts, and he knew that, even if he possessed them, he didn't have enough love in him to power them. No, the only way for it to work was the Heroes. They would do it.
Dimentio shook again, the fury great enough to burst out of his body. It wasn't even the fact that Bleck had the book in his possession that angered him. He wanted a perfect world, and, as far as he knew, so did Bleck. Or, that's what he had thought. Dimentio still remembered the day when it was all proved false, when the Count, ranting to himself, had proclaimed the eternal ruin of all worlds. Dimentio's invisibility had come in handy.
He pounded a fist on his desk. 'Curse him...' he whispered, willing himself not to yell. He was so mad he felt hot, as if he was in the middle of the sun. 'To leave all worlds in ruin...' His jaw hurt from the clenching. 'To commit such a crime against my dream...'
He threw back his head. 'DAMN YOU!' he screamed. A blast of magic sent everything in his room flying everywhere, crashing and settling in disarray. His desk and chair exploded into splinters, his mirror shattered to pieces, his bed crashed against the wall. 'I DESERVE THAT BOOK! NOT YOU! YOU PATHETIC, LOW, ANGSTY, CREATURE!' At this moment he was glad he had made his room soundproof. He hammered his fists on the wall, his head following suit. He was shaking again, surprised at how little control he had over his emotions. He had never been this out of control. He sank to his knees, the image of Count Bleck becoming all the more enraging.
'I swear...I will see your death to no end...I will have my perfect world...and you...will die...'