A sparkle in the dancing light of the moon. A single flower cut out of clear diamond strung on a silver chain. The strand of precious metal hung around the ivory, feminine neck of a corpse. The man grabbed it from around her, severing it from her with one swift yank.

He stood on a large hill, grass dead and yellow as he gazed down upon the wreckage. Cars sat abandoned, buildings turned black in fire, and people lay in piles, dead. Those alive ran around, confused, and completely unable to do anything about it.

Hatred burned inside his obsidian eyes, similar to the flames reflected on the dark surface. Midnight hair fell into his eyes; a wet, pink tongue darted between his lips to lick at blood there. Glimpsing once at the human city, burning and crumbling, he vanished. And with him left the hope of the people trapped and doomed inside, wishing for their savior. The only one who could stop the madness, and the one who had caused it.

"Burn.

Burn to ashes.

Burn till you get how I hate you."

A/N: I have eno idea where this came from, and it is written to no one in partucular, just the world. I am that man, although I am female, and the rest of the world is that city. I hate you all, in general.

Just kidding!

Or am I?

No, I'm kidding.

Perhaps...