His life had been ruined, spectacularly.
Well, now, he was living up to that name, and he would make sure they paid for everything that they brought onto him and his mother.
One could have turned away, and said nothing, but instead, this festered and created an even bigger monster.
Back then, they had wanted it.
Oh, and they were getting it.
Tenfold.
For now, he was enacting what time and anger had created in that vacuum of pain.
HATE.
Oh, to say that he hated each and every single one of them would be an understatement.
Hate wasn’t strong enough.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Instead, he would say that he loathed them.
In fact, he wanted them to die in such a way that they would be remembered forever.
To pay them back.
In the Bible, it says an eye for an eye, and he was a firm believer in that. He would give them back exactly what had happened thanks to their actions.
They.
Were.
Whores.
Worse, they were martyrs, as he called them.
Oh, and he let them have that one single title until he stripped it from them like their skin.
Let it carry them into the afterlife if that’s what they craved so damn much. They could wear that badge of honor in Hell for what they did.
They ruined him.
Now, he did nothing less than return the favor by ruining them.
Beautifully.
Spectacularly.
Deservingly.
Never let it be said that he wasn’t working on a masterpiece that would be on everyone’s lips.
It would be remembered forever.
