The flying, disgusting, salivating, crooked-faced demons circled me overhead, waiting for their strike, waiting to see if I would get up and fight, waiting for the slaughter.
I had no intention of fighting. My entire drive as a human, and as the Thunder Dragon had subsided, and no longer did I feel like living was even an option for someone like me. Someone who let their entire village, their entire family, and thousands of innocent people, my people, burn to death by Nidhogg and his terrible ways of revenge.
One may think I should fight. I should be motivated for revenge on the hellion who slaughtered my family and my people in a fit so horrid it even surpassed past human devils who commanded these types of senseless slaughters. No, I wouldn't fight. I had no energy to do so. My soul had been ripped from my body, trampled, and throw into the depths of hell to burn for eternity!
