Red Dragon Emperor of Domination

Chapter 22: Fear, Revere...

This probably isn't a moment where I should think about this.
But, in this moment, as the Light of YHWH spreads throughout my body like venom.
As I stand, skewered by a pike-sized arrow used as a bullet, with my entrails strewn about...
My mind wanders.

I think of the beautiful and lovely, if tragic and annoying, young lady behind me.

Himejima Akeno.

I had entertained the idea before, but am now certain.
This girl has lost her mother.

She must blame Baraqiel... No, 'Fallen Angel' itself, for that loss. The very concept of Fallen Angel is the object of her disdain. That is why she will not use her powers as a Fallen Angel.

She wants to deny that part of herself.

That is fine. She can do such a thing if she so desires.

But- what of the father?
What about Baraqiel? How must he feel?
Being the face of his daughter's hate for their own race, as well as having lost his mate and being out of his daughter's life for who knows how long?

It hurts, right?
It must hurt.
It must be agonizing.

I'm sure... he hates himself for what happened, far more than Akeno ever could.

I know it because I know that pain.
I have experienced it first hand.

I don't need to imagine anything. I have reality to extract comprehension from.

And that is precisely what came, unbidden, to mind.
Memories.
Records of a time I tried so hard to forget. To ignore. To reject.

That Purgatory, born of my own deeds. My hands. My flames. My blade. My power. From the me that I never wanted to be, never was aware of, it came.

A bloody, overcast, blazing purgatory of crimson. Into which, I dragged so very many.

There can be no doubt that I hold the world record for murder.

I saw hell.
I saw hell.
Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell.
I razed Hell.
I created Hell.

I stood alone atop a mound of corpses.
Millions.
Dead at my feet. Their mangled and charred bodies, my very own work.

My very own mother.
The woman from which my flesh was created, and from who I emerged at the very beginning of my life.
My very own father.
The man who sired me. Who provided for and looked after me, behind whom I had hid many times.
Neither of them were spared. I killed them. Both of them. I butchered them.

I dragged them into that hell, and consumed them.
They will never be reincarnated.
They never were able to cross to the Far Shore, they never got the chance to go to any afterlife.
Never again will they be seen or heard from.
Never again will I feel mother's warmth.
Never again will I hear father's stern scolding or kindly encouragement.
Never again...

That's right.
That's exactly right.
Their souls were destroyed.
They became but another sacrifice to my power.
Their negative emotions, their magical energy, their life force, their very souls...
I took everything.

And I enjoyed it.

I was smiling.
I was laughing.
I was having fun.
I enjoyed destroying my own parents, who had brought me into this world and loved me so much.