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Sitting lowly on the wooden shelf, she gazes around the large room. Peering into the souls of each of the worthless and shameful beings; wanting them to be somewhat conscience of there impending doom. She keeps her pain and wrath deep inside herself, away from all that could bring out some sort of emotion. She refuses to cry; she refuses to scream. It was not in her nature to be so forthcoming with anything that could bring her closer to any being.

Her intense red hair falls in front of her pale face. Slowly a tear creeps from her light blue eyes. She has failed in her goal to seem like a sociopath. She can’t hold this hatred and depression in much longer. Something has to be done, and soon. She just thinks to herself about the torture they will all endure in the future. It will be a massacre, coming from the depths of hell. The unholy one will come forth and destroy them.

She creeps off the shelf and slowly meanders through the room. She plods past the unaware beings, living in their joyous and pretend world. They don’t know pain or suffering yet. She looks at each being, gazing into each of their souls. They seem positive internally, but that will not be enough to postpone the annihilation.

She reaches the other side of the room and opens the door. Suddenly a flame bursts in front of her. The doom has arrived. The unholy one rises in front of her. The unholy one is overflowing with wrath that it wants to liberate onto these seemingly innocent beings. The unholy one just walks forward. With each step the unholy one made, an imp appeared. Those imps scatter throughout the room, thrashing around into the beings. Blood is dispersed around the room and bodies fall to the ground. Flames appear around the room and maggots swarm around, devouring the now rotting bodies. An odor of decaying permeates.

She stands in the doorframe and watches the brutality unfold. She is in a state of shock considering she thought that the unholy one would have some pity on them for the goodness that sits in their hearts. The liberation of the wrath is atrocious.

After a few hours, all the beings are deceased. She is alone with the unholy one and its imps. She is fearful of being alone with them. Slowly they turn and face her. She screams but no one there to hear or save her. She wants to run but is paralyzed by fear. The unholy one sends commands to the imps to destroy her. She feels the pain of them clawing at her flesh, ripping her open. The blood leaks onto the floor. The unholy one steps forward and grabs her. She is near death. The unholy one stares at her and sends her body into a state of shock. Her heart stops from the pressure and blood loss. The liberation is complete and all is gone.