my weapon of choice will be a sword, sharp to cut through flesh and bone. it will be hewn from ore created by the same earth fury that rages within me. it will be sheath in a sleeve, made from the hides of creatures i have slain. it will be decorated in rubies and sapphires, my sister birthstones. one as red as blood, a glistening crimson, good enough to eat. the other an impenetrable blue, thick and uncompromising, disregardful of reason, conscience and emotion. i will wield it in my regal splendor, in a fashion only people of my great stature, so devoid of a soul can only perform. i will be beautiful in the eyes of my victims, their final memories of me before i snuff them out. i will slice with it, cut with it, stab and dismember. impale, behead, i will slaughter with extreme eagerness with no tinge of human mercy. i will bathe in blood and sweat. their screams will be my music. the stench of death and the dying will be my perfume.
i will make God regret and even the devil will hesitate to take me."
an entry i wrote long ago in my secret blog, under the identity who lives the life i cannot even acknowledge. i though he had vanished a long time ago. i however thought wrong.