Cold.
Bitter, pain inducing. Cold.
Cold. Fear.
Heart stopping, eye widening. Fear
Cold. Fear. Rage.
Burning, barely enough not to succumb to the cold. Rage.
Cold. Fear. Rage. Hate.
Mind numbing, all encompassing. Hate.
Cold. Fear. Rage. Hate. Hurt.
Shocking, bone shattering. Hurt.
Cold. Fear. Rage. Hate. Hurt. Wrath.
Willful, determined. Wrath.
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I am waiting. Biding time. Looking for a way out.
There is no escape. There are no outlets. There has been no relief.
I am trapped. Trapped in my own mind. Barely able to think past my emotions.
I was betrayed. There was a traitor amongst my men. It was all for naught.
My whole childhood was a lie. He is not my father. I am not family.
He lied to me. I was never heir. I never would be Don.
He smiled at me. Smiled as he enclosed me in this trap of cold, fear, rage, hate, hurt, wrath. Smiled as I realized that there was never any chance of him loving me as he loved his real sons.
He never loved me. I am not his son. He only ever pitied my mother and her incoherent pleas of me being his son.
I was a burden to him. A Wrathful child pitied by his benefactor. A charity case easily done away with.
I am unable to free myself from this prison. I am stuck in a perpetual loop of cold, fear, rage, hate, hurt, wrath. I am lost within my own mind.
I can feel the ice seeping deep into my bones. I can feel the burning ache of frostbite on my extremities. My flames are the only thing keeping me sane.
Wrath warms me. Hurt steels me. Hate fuels me. Rage emboldens me. Fear sharpens me. Cold awakens me.
I can only bide my time. For mine to come free me from this cage. Only then can I enact my revenge.
Until then, I will be waiting.