Pain.
Ash.
The searing overbearing pain.
Tears at their souls.
For this eternal hate is unnatural.
They delight in chaos.
For without it, they wouldn't be able to statisfy the hate within.
Their souls are burning.
Crying out in pain.
Screaming in agony.
For the hatred consumes them.
Drowns them.
Engulths them.
They are bound by pain.
The excruciating pain that they exist with.
For they are hell.
Deep in their souls the hate has unhinged them.
They seek to dominate their brethren.
Only one true sentence.
The one philosophy the live by is:
'Wherever I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell…'