Chaos, mayhem and destruction… my work here is done.
I swirl my drink in an anti-clockwise motion as I sat overlooking the dead corpses littered over the battle field. The drink in the glass is now moving much like I do, randomly but always in an anti movement to HIM. He is good so I'm bad. He loves, so I hate. He stand for peace… and I stand here… among the dead. He wanted reality to last forever, so I will destroy it all. As the saying goes, when I'm good, I'm very good… but when I'm bad, I'm better!
I sip my drink as I project my powers one last time, to destroy the last of what he was fighting for on this earth, feeling the last shudders of there hearts reach into my conciseness, asking for mercy, yet falling on death ears, I do not care, it's just the way it is. Maybe I should have let some survive, if only to prolong my fun, after all I do not suffer well with boredom, not after being given such a gift of conciseness by my creator, my Xander.
To be honest the mass devastation wasn't totally of my doing, it was only because the presence of an other evil being like me, that I was created. Insanity is what it is called when you do the same thing twice and expect different results, and by the end of it, most were driven insane by us. How could they think that by creating a girl would make my existence week is beyond me? I'm brought to thinking of another famous saying; the female of the species is more deadly than the male…
Yes I'm leaving this place, my Xander is approaching, and I want a head start, it's time I meet a guy about some hijacking… oh so much destruction to be done… so little time…
companion piece which will eventualy link up with "mookiepookie"'s genre hijacker.