My mind went through a searing agony of woe and torment that somehow brought pleasure, as a strange sense of devious joy snuck into my soul simultaneously.
The pain I felt was not physical. It was from the ripping of my soul, the anguish of loss, and the haughtiness of power; all being replaced by a sinister side of which I knew nothing.
As much as I had felt love, respect, and warmth from those around me, something unique that laid buried in the recesses of my mind was coming forth, ready to burst out and take control.
Hate.
Pure hatred.
Everything I disliked and despised flashed before my eyes! From a dish, my mother made that I thought was disgusting, to the demons, the horrid pure evil that killed my grandpa!
Hundreds of these images appeared and I hated them all. I felt them in my soul, and let them boil to the forefront of my mind.
