ALL BAD ✔️

•The Murder•

My own parents stabbed me and left me to bleed to death and then they dumped my body in a river. Their method of murder did not work and the next day I came back to them, crying.
"Why would you do this to me?" I asked them. They didn't care about my tears. They killed me a second time. They tied me to a stake in the ground and lit it on fire. Soon, it was burning my body everywhere and my lungs were filled with smoke. I could feel myself burning, inside and out. They chanted some voodoo witchcraft crap that was supposed to ban evil spirits from the world. With every passing moment I got angrier and angrier.
With a burning rage more massive than ever, all I wanted was revenge and I knew I would get what I wanted. They murdered me in cold blood and all I knew at that moment was my amaranthine desire for revenge. It would take awhile, but I'm a very patient person. With only thinking about revenge, I wasn't thinking about keeping my soul in touch with Earth and somehow... I lost it. My vision blacked out.
"Hey, is anyone there?" I called out. I couldn't see anything at first. Then, everything came all at once. Everything looked as if it was coming at me. Then I heard screaming and then, I saw fire... endless amounts of fire. I saw a woman. Her skin was blackened. The fire burnt right through her like paper. Her hair was burnt off, singed. Her face was merely a pile of ash that kept reigniting. I didn't know where I was, but I knew it was from my visions. It was hard to block out all of the screams. I guess burning in an eternal fire isn't very pleasant. Now the visions I used to have all made sense. I wasn't afraid. I belonged there and I knew it immediately. Finally, I heard a voice over the sounds of the people screaming and the burning fire.
"Wow, you must have a lot of anger," the voice said.
There was a woman walking towards me. She looked like she was in her early twenties. She was wearing a skin tight dress that went about to the middle of her thighs. I looked at her up and down, narrowing my eyes. "It's radiating off of you. I can smell it. It's quite pleasant actually."
"What?" I looked up, slightly startled. "Your indignation, who are you are so angry at, honey?" I didn't answer. Instead, I turned around and started to look around. We were in a huge black room with a floor of melted lava. The vastness of the room was almost unimaginable, yet I still could see to each and every corner of it. There was an escalator on the other side of the room and a hearth with a fire blazing on this side of the room. It was too much for my mortal body to take in. All I could see was a fiery pit and all I could hear was screaming as I fell over and my vision blacked out.