You hate him with all your heart, it burns with hate, the heavy aching pain of your heart, you want to throw up, rip your heart out of your chest if that were to be possible. Hate seems too sweet of a word to describe your feelings for him.

Childe.. yes, Childe, Ajax, Tartaglia, the 11th harbinger, you could never forget the night where he slaughtered your whole family because of the order from the Tsarista. Bullshit… bullshit it all!! HE DESTROYED EVERYTHING

In the house of the slaughter, blood around, your sister, your mom, your dad, your brother… all on the ground lifeless, eyes open with no life, their skin pale.. pale as a ghost, their fluids already coming out. It’s disgusting.

He was your best friend in high school… but now all you can feel is hatred and emptiness. Wrath… it’s just so heavy….

You’ve finished crying.. he’s out there, somewhere. Now, how bad could it be if you… did the same?.. sure it would be pointless but.. who fucking cares anymore.?