Describe the word 'angry' without using angry.
In his voice, in his heart. Piercing and brutal and powerful, oh God, so powerful. It could shake mountains and level buildings, could tear holes through walls and break things, anythings, everythings. It could bring a lover to their knees with their head bowed in fear.
He’d never wanted it to be like that. But the blood in his veins was alight, alive, and there wasn’t a way to just stamp it out, not when he was that consumed by the burn. The rage. The screaming voice in his head that made no sense, spoke no words, but just dug and dug and dug and-
They say evil is integral. They say it lies within the soul of mankind- ‘maybe there is a beast, maybe there is only us’- right? Right?
It could overcome you so easily. Make you do things you could never have dreamed, not even in the most horrifying of nightmares. And the worst part is that it holds you so easily. You see an image, watch an event, hear a word, and that’s it. You’re gone. It’s taken you.
It only lets go so you can see the damage you’ve done.
Fire, in my opinion, is the most destructive force of them all.