7 A Wish to Incinerate (1/2)

”Fire burns brighter in the darkness.”

-Suzanne Collins

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That night, with a deity as a legitimate witness, I killed my brother...along with certain emotions. Emotions that are of integrity on a mere human. Emotions that I don't want to be associated with...anymore.

If the decision itself was made to make me seem less like human, then so be it, as I could not care for more but to erase the feeling of emptiness and to free myself from the mercies and incarcerations from the reminiscence of the image... of my dead family.

”What are we to do now? Your fate awaits.” The Goddess asked wearing a face as if she already knew what's coming next.

”Hmm. In her omnipotence, this deity can be quite a pain.” I thought...

”I heard that you know, and for additional information, I am no omnipotent entity.” the goddess frivolously replied to my thoughts extrapolating the fact that she's not as powerful as I think she is.

For the last, I took some time to glimpse at the cold corpses of my mother, my father, and my sister. They were such honorable personas, worthy of commendation from others as they were kind, and that, they showed goodness without partiality to people in need despite being aristocrats, who are as of that time, a family, that can control governments and systems at will.

My family owned several businesses and large-scale corporations, yet that did not become a reason for our family to lose contact with the less fortunate. Yet now? They became nothing but corpses at the state of rigor mortis. Is this what they get back, for the good that they had done?

And then, there is this foolish man, freshly pierced of bullets and dismembered, who destroyed everything on an instant... that demon. The next heir who was once a man of great stature. He was an academic prodigy with athletic reflexes. I aspired to be like him, but now, I probably realized that it was the stupidest decision in my life to try to compete with this man, as he is without a doubt, at the top of the food chain when it comes to insanity and drunkenness to the insatiable hunger for more worldly power. This man, today is nothing to me, but a pile of rotten flesh better set aside for the street dogs to consume.

After being drowned by my self-dialogue, I shifted my gaze back to the goddess and said, ”Lacrimosa, could we burn this house down? That would be my last request for this night.”

”If that's what you want, then let it be done. But it goes without saying that I will do the incineration. Figured, it's also a time for a little warm-up.” The goddess answered.

She then snapped her fingers and then, at the next blink of an eye, we were outside, in a vast garden that my mom engineered, facing the gargantuan mansion. I looked around, only to behold the same diabolical scenery, the same callous pavilion. I saw nothing more but corpses of whom, by the help of the beaming moonlight, I quickly recognized as our henchmen and servants who we considered as friends and an integral part of the Cendrillon family. It was, by the forensic term, a mass massacre, not a three- men murder, with my brother as the unequivocal perpetrator.

I don't know why, but I could not care less. My intent from that point was to entirely obliterate our household's palace, the mansion where dreams were born and were despicably destroyed in a split second without warnings.