10 Years Later - Starburst

Chapter 4 - Monster

We continued down the corridor which seemed to never end. It was empty but I felt eyes upon me from the paintings of previous rulers. I could have sworn their eyes moved to follow me (this is some Harry Potter shit right here). For what was probably the 14th time in the past minute, I exchanged a glance at Satan. Well- not really exchanged, if the glance was not returned. At this point, it would have been funny to say 'Titanic' and then say 'it's my ice breaker.' Okay, I should have not have laughed at that as hard as I did.

Random Fact: (I'll include a few of these) an 'oxymoron' is a word class used for two opposite words combined. For example; bitter-sweet or deafening silence.
A/N: Sam I'm trying to help with your English. Pay attention.

"Despite being the 'second choice' as an heir, you will still be educated as the eldest will." His cold voice did not startle me in the slightest, as it probably had intended.
"Have you nothing to say, child?"
"No, sir." I was unsure what had come over me, it was as if I had been brainwashed. By the intense heat, perhaps. Maybe even something to do with the storm that was brewing up outside. I could hardly see anything through the barred windows.

More so, I felt like a prisoner being escorted to my cell. A cell. That's exactly what my room was, to begin with. A plain grey room. A grey bed. Grey floor. Concrete. If I were looking back at this now, I would have laughed, walked out (like the sassy bitch I am) and made some form of a dark humoured joke. Probably about how I'd tortured the deserving in better circumstances than this. May I mention to you now? I call my victims 'The Deserving' because that's what Satan told me they were.

Let's skip forward to my 'first' birthday, since nothing interesting had happened. My room was decorated with ancient runes and inverted pentagrams by this time. I was fascinated how the pentagrams would glow crimson when completed fully. As strange of a child as I was, I saw blood red as comfort. For example; a night light. I was always scared of the 'monsters under the bed' when really, I was the monster.

Morning routine, blah blah blah... Nobody talking, same old same old... But it was my birthday! How in the name of Kratos - God Of War - would nobody remember? I've been counting down since I learnt what they were! Perhaps they did remember, just didn't care. Not like that was unusual for anyone here. Insane and I occasionally got along, but I was just being ignored. Even Lucifer, our teacher, denied my presence. What had I done? My research told me that birthdays were supposed to be a celebration of aging. Not ignorance. Every birthday was like this. Every year, less excitement filled my hyper veins which by this time were probably made of sugar.

This was how we were taught emotion; there was none. I cannot feel anything for others any longer. I hate birthdays. No- even more- I hate demons. I don't care what anyone thinks anymore. I hate everything that we are meant to celebrate with laughter and happiness. Now I just want to make everyone as miserable as I was. I wanted it. I wanted them to feel pain. I wanted to- I needed to make them screech in pain and beg for mercy as I stand and watch. I want to see their filthy blood spurt at my feet. I want to see the look in their eyes as they take their final waste of my oxygen. Anybody who is not miserable I will kill. Be it my bare hands or weapon, they will all die. You will all bow at my will. You will beg.

A/N: 666 words, lads! I did that purposely. There's nothings wrong with me I swear :)