You, from when you were a child, you were abused, no one in your village really loved you. You would get rocks and hard objects thrown at you by other kids, bullied, abused and neglected, starved, tortured, everything bad happened was in you, loved ones died, abusive parents, everything... For a while, you felt someone following you, but you brushed it off, until... one day, you woke up all tied on top of a hill ontop of your village, and a demon holding your waist

"Ready for the show, sweetheart?" he said, you didn’t understand and you were horrified, then, he lit up a match, and threw it on the village... places burning... kids crying... women screaming... while he smirks, tighting his grip on your waist as you cried, they did hurt you, but you never envied them "I would let the world burn for you."