The fire warmed the night, crackling and hissing so that it seemed to fill the world with sound. It billowed smoke that danced and shimmered in the heavens and blocked the stars from view. One of the blazing buildings collapsed, weakened from the flames constantly eating at its support beams.

I watched the building collapse and I grinned a bit, wondering who had been inside, trying desperately to escape. I watched the flames burn away in the night, sheathing my masasume at my belt.

I ran my hand through my long, raven hair and turned on my heel. I walked leisurely down the street of the burning village, stepping around debris and cracks or over the occasional charred corpse.

I suddenly felt something grab my leg and I looked down. It was a man, dying from burns and clinging to my boot like some sort of charred leech. I sneered involuntarily.

I kicked his hand away and watched him as he succumbed to his wounds, dying, a twitching burning heap of flesh. Dirty filth, this town and its people deserved what I gave them. I continued on my way.

I was stopped once again after a few paces. A large man with hideous burns on his face stumbled from behind a shattered building to block my path, looking down at me and babbling about righteousness and justice.

I glared into his eyes and said:

"This is justice."

With this I punched him in the stomach, letting the beautiful dark energies within my body send his unfortunate corpse sailing down the ruined road. Why do they always try to stop me?

I kept walking, bored.

After a while I neared the outskirts of the town. Here was where I had begun the beautiful slaughter. The buildings were already burnt to the ground, black as the night sky; a few small areas of ground were still burning with hot, blue flame. I marveled at the beauty of the flames as I walked by.

"You heartless bastard!" I heard someone scream. Their voice had cracked when they said bastard, it was amusing.

I looked up and saw a small band of what were apparently survivors of my fury on this town. I was so relieved to know that someone had survived to give me more fun for that night.

The one who had yelled the obscenity so ridiculously was also the angriest looking. He stood at the front of a group of men, most of which looked ready to vomit in fear. He took another step forward, apparently begging me for death. And death he would have.

"Did you hear me, you slimy worthless demon?!" He was sort of sobbing out words. What a coward. "Go to hell!"

I started laughing. It began at a small chuckle, but soon rose in enthusiasm until I could hardly breathe. How this man spoke of hell! It was absolutely hilarious.

Not too fond of me or my laughter, the man rushed at me like a wounded boar. He was bellowing with all his pathetic might, flailing his arms like a dying buzzard.

I moved easily to one side and elbowed him in the side as he passed. The sound of popping ribs echoed through the night and the man yelled in agony, falling onto the ash covered ground. Pitiful.

I didn't want to hear any more talking that night so I simply pointed at the remaining survivors and set them ablaze with the power of my mind. I amused myself watching them scuttle around, wailing.

Bored once again I wandered into an abandoned barn, seeking solitude in which to think.

The darkness and stillness of the barn reminded me of the laboratory, everything did these days. I felt a white hot flash of anger as I was reminded of the experiences I had had at that god-forsaken lab. I sat on a stump and recalled the hellish time.

The masked doctors, always prodding and poking and ripping and slicing until I couldn't bear it any longer. Darkness and then bright lights in my aching eyes and then darkness again and pain all of the time.

That was when I realized the folly of these people, these humans. I decided then to escape the lab one day and I did so with ease. The bindings I was restrained by ripped like they weren't there. The doctors tried to fight me but they were worthless and fragile. I made them pay for what they had done to me.

But as I went out into the real world I found that it had become a world of injustice and lies, treachery and despair. No kindness or holiness existed in this world. Madness and insanity had become the culture and these filthy creatures sucked the life from the earth. I knew then that I was the chosen savior of the planet, the retribution bringer, the angel of vengeance.

This world is mine to protect now, mine to save. This world is mine by right and no filthy human will stand in my way ever again. Mine.

Ah, someone's coming. Will there be no peace for me?