On that night, he died.
Everything that he was.
Everything that he would have been.
Ceased to exist.
He had been a boy.
He had been a boy who dreamt of being a hero.
He had been a boy who wished.
To be useful.
To have a purpose.
To have pride.
And he had found it.
He had found everything he ever could have wanted and more.
But then the world he had so desperately searched to find.
The world that had surpassed his wildest dreams.
Began to crumble.
When his first love, his best friend, as well as his newfound home, were destroyed before his very eyes.
But even then, his world stood supported by one remaining pillar of stability.
The friends he had not lost.
The friends who comforted him in his time of sadness.
And who helped lift him up from despair.
And eventually, he felt he could rebuild, that he could repair his unstable world with the friends who had stuck by him.
And the friend with whom he had begun to fall in love.
With the people who had become the entirety of his world.
But he was naive.
And he was foolish.
For, in the end, they too were taken from him.
And crushed by the insurmountable loss, his world finally collapsed.
And he was consumed by his grief.
Why did the people he loved have to die?
Why couldn't it have been him instead?
He came to a realization.
That it was because of her.
His grief faded.
And all that was left.
Was rage.
She had taken everything from him.
She had taken all those that he had loved.
And so he would take everything from her.
He would make her watch.
He would make her watch as he tortured her underlings.
As he carved into them.
As he scared their skin and ripped through their organs.
And bled them of all the blood in their bodies.
And finally left them on the brink of death to succumb to their wounds in agony.
Then it would be her turn.
He would pull out every single one of her hairs.
He would rip out her nails.
He would sow her mouth shut with razor wire.
He would crush her eyes into her skull.
And then he would nail her to a wall with the weapons of his friends.
And leave her to stew and rot in her agony and her pain.
For all eternity.
Only then could it all end.
Only then could he rest.