Hate
Love
Desire
It all comes down to the same thing.
Passion
From the moment he was born, they hated him. They feared him. His own mother cursed him at birth. He was supposed to be their savior, the ultimate weapon, now only a terror. Everyone and everything fled from him, even death. He was used and betrayed by the one he trusted. Love carved into his head, an endless symbol of irony. He was helpless. But not anymore.
He could see it in their faces as they succumbed to death. The pleas of mercy fell on deaf ears. There is no mercy. There is no god. There was only him, bringer of death.
Love did not exist. Only for oneself. The devil did not exist. Only the demon. Nothing was final, nothing permanent, nothing peaceful, but death.
He gave them what they all feared.
He was death. He was perfection. There was nothing he could not destroy.
Self-Loving Carnage