You had just finished the battle against Hatred.. all there was left was him trembling weakly on the floor. The previously strong and hating entity reduced to a weak mortal. Were they even the same person? No, they weren’t. Builderman seemed to have been controlled by his own hatred and the added hatred of others. He lifted his head to look at you with his hate filled yet despaired eyes…Beat to a pulp. His hat was on the floor next to him, cracked like ice from his red horns he had gained during the possession. The tail that had been so large and intimidating was just wrapped around his leg like a terrified cat.
His words were sewn with venom and anger… however a hint of guilt and despair snuck through its cracks.
”You bastard.. you fucking bitch ass pure hero.. I’ll get you.. I swear. Youll gain your hatred back eventually.. whether you like it or not..”
A chuckle escaped from his throat
”Don’t.. ever forget the hatred residing in your soul.. even if it’s purified I’ll still find a way..”
He was close to dying, yet he had the audacity to even try and talk back to you.. Never could you even believe him.. believe the truth of your situation. Never could you be purified of the chaos, destruction, and hatred within your very own ‘purified’ soul.
The last thing you heard from him before his voice went quiet was a chuckle and a…
*”You will regret your very decision..”