Rage Awakened

            It was all hell; it was all suffering. Nothing in the world could make him happy no matter how hard he tried, not his interests, not eating his comfort foods, not even the people he loved. No matter what, this miserable world would not let him be happy. The older he got the more aware of everything he became the more he saw the ugly side of it all. Everything he thought he could trust turned out to be a lie, every bit of good he thought he could do for the world turned out to either be pointless or actively harmful to the thing he was trying to help. The only thing he thought he did right and was good were the things that made the people he loved happy. Even if he did not feel that happiness, he wanted to make them feel it. They were the only thing that made his life worth living, not the people how good he was just for doing his job, the job he had to do to put food on the table, not people asking him to be selfless and to suffer when that was his only option. It was the people he cared about that made the misery less so.

            Then, the evil came, that thunderous evil man who laughed in glee as he took away his love one’s livelihoods and then their lives, all because they didn’t meet the standards of being human. The evil man laughed in the face of all the misery he had caused. The evil that thought it was a hero saving the few it thought worthy. But thanks to this evil, he realized that it wasn’t a lack of happiness he felt it was anger towards everyone and everything. The world that had constantly beat him down just for existing and trying to be happy. It was fear, it was sadness, it was pain, it was emptiness, it was rage. That rage had awakened, allowing him to stand up for he had nothing to lose but his chains. He and those who stood with him declared war on the world. It was an unstoppable rage that world burn all those mortals in hell.

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