Second story: I AM HELL

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note that the entirety of this story will be in caps lock due to the character whose POV we're in. 
Character POV: "RM" Rigor Mortis, Lord of Rot and Death 
death gods are fun.
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IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, MOTHER, THEN WHY DO I EXIST?
I COULDN'T HAVE COME INTO EXISTENCE ON MY OWN. YOU, QUEEN OF DECEIT, BROUGHT ME INTO EXISTENCE FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF SLAYING YOUR ENEMIES. YOU ACT AS THOUGH I AM A BLIGHT UPON THIS WORLD, A DEMON THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO EXIST; PARADING AROUND A LIE THAT I'M NOT YOUR CREATION. YOU MURDERED YOUR CHILDREN AND THEN PINNED IT ON ME, THE FIRST OF THEM TO DIE. YOU BACKTRACKED AND SET UP A REVIVAL RITE FOR THE FOUR ELEMENTAL GODS IN THE FUTURE, BUT TREATED ME LIKE A MISTAKE AND LEFT ME BEHIND. YOU ARE SO PERFECT IN THE EYES OF YOUR CREATIONS, AND THE HUMAN PARASITES REVERE YOU. BUT YOU'RE NOT.  YOU ARE AN IMPERFECT ABOMINATION.

I'M NOT THE MONSTER-YOU ARE.

 YOU LIED TO ME AND ACTED LIKE YOU CARED ABOUT ME FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND THEN THE INSTANT I FOUND OUT THE TRUTH AND CONFRONTED YOU, YOU SLAUGHTERED ME. MY SIBLINGS BORE WITNESS, AND YOU SHREDDED THEM TO PIECES, THE SKY RAINING BLOOD. YOU, THE GODDESS OF LIFE, COMMITTED THE MOST FATAL MURDERS IN THE HISTORY OF THIS WORLD. YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING BUT YOURSELF. YOU FLED THIS WORLD AFTER YOUR CRIMES, HIDING OUT IN YOUR OWN PERSONAL ISOLATED PARADISE. YOU THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER COME BACK, THAT I WOULD STAY DOWN FOREVER.

YOU CAN'T KEEP ME DOWN. I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK. KILL ME AGAIN, AND I'LL RETURN ONCE MORE. SOMEONE WILL ALWAYS REVIVE ME-OH, HOW FLAWED YOUR HUMAN CREATIONS ARE, HOW DISTURBED THEY ARE. SOME WOULD LOVE TO WATCH YOUR MORONIC WORLD BURN, BURN AND BURN AND BURN UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT ASHES, AND EVEN THOSE ASHES WILL EVENTUALLY SCATTER AND BLOW AWAY, LEAVING NO TRACE OF YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE PLAYHOUSE.

I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN. AND I WILL KILL YOU, MARK MY WORDS. ONCE YOU DIE, EVERYTHING, INCLUDING MYSELF, WILL FADE AWAY. I NEVER ASKED TO EXIST.

THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.

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