Bordering the hub of a thriving society towers an elaborate mechanism, designed to protect its people from the dangers out of range. One day, the Wall is breached, allowing the opposing forces to enter the town, only to leave it in ruins. But for ev...
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Felix disappeared. He woke up in a snowy forest, feeling something was off. He felt a rather sudden surge of hatred, to kill. He looked down at his body. He was pure mist. A Solid Spirit, he thought to himself. Okay. Of course. No crazy story would kill its main character till AFTER they did something significant. At least that was what he thought of himself as. He still had the shotgun axe with him. All he remembered was that he must kill. Two people. One with the name of Letha, and one by the name of Alvira. Hatred. He thought to himself. He was not weak. He would not be defeated by magic potions thrown at his weakness. Also, no Vader-style redemptions. He requested whoever was writing his story up there or deciding his future would make it so he wouldn't fall to magical weaknesses or Death Star thermal exhaust ports. He FELT evil. He FELT the need to do evil for the world and that he must harm others. He would not turn good again. That was illegal. No magic potions, no heartfelt messages, no torture would turn him. It was impossible, so he decided to warn anybody up there who was writing his story or his life to please make it so that he doesn't redeem himself. His body began to glow, as if it approved of these thoughts. Random. "I am the world's reckoning", he said aloud to himself. He decided killing the two wasn't enough. The world deserved death, for all of its evil deeds. No, evil was good. The world deserved death for its IMPERFECTIONS. Nobody deserves LIFE, for they wasted it. Jigsaw was right all along, even though he never saw that movie. He knew his villain motivations were utterly stupid nonsense, yet he believed them. He convinced himself that he was the only one who could do what needed to be done. Kill everything. He found a mask in the snow. It was a Japanese Oni mask. He thought about how he could possibly kill every human on Earth. He had a profound realization. "Peace has cost you your strength. Victory has defeated you!" He put on the mask, and set off into the distance, to kill them all. "Please help me kill everybody!", he asked whoever is up there writing his story. "Please let my story have an ending where I die taking a whole lot of 'em with me! Thank you!". He thought this gesture was polite enough to hopefully convince those writing his story to let it end his way. While travelling, he recruited several Spirits into his force. Everything will burn.
