They thought I forgot - But I remembered.
Everything.
The way they looked. The way they sang. The way they laughed.
The way they burned.
If I could take the steps back, bring them back, I would. But now I can only take the after measures; ones that will never be enough. I can't do anything but end the threat that ended them.
She prayed on their, his, weakness and scraped the life away from them all.
Fire can be new hope and beginnings. The Phoenix rises and becomes new.
But I'm what remains in the ashes.
God cast the Devil down to burn on a lake of fire - chained, down trodden, and with plucked wings. And still he rose.
She locked in children to be burned in their beds. And they burned. I burned.
And still I rose. To burn her.
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I was re-watching MTV's Teen Wolf, a show that I love and highly recommend, when writing so this is very much inspired by and (and if you've watched it, obviously) from Peter's perspective.
