I was overwhelmed with pure joy. It felt as if you were savoring your favorite dish from childhood. You know that joy, as a child, is always with you, just lingering and waiting to bloom again. But this was a different type of joy—the joy of the happiest moment in your life.

 What happened that made me so joyful, you asked? Well, my parents died. They weren't bad or anything; they loved me to death. They were always there for me, even if I was wrong.

 For example, one time, I threw a rock into the road and "accidentally" cracked a car's windshield. I remember for years how they argued against that man. Saying, "It isn't our son's fault your car was in the way when he was throwing a rock." But of course that was the good times; after that, they beat my ass afterward.

 But when they were driving to my high school graduation. In a rush, they crashed. Now it wasn't even their fault. That damn Lambo was speeding! Just like that "Bang!" my parent's car was an absolute wreck; it even flipped over.

 But just like in movie fashion, the motherfucker who drove that Lamborghini was a millionaire. And of course, he won—he bribed the judge. But enough of that sob story. Since I was in so much joy.

 Standing in front of both of my parents' graves, I was smiling. The pure joy of winning in life was what my smile told everyone. And they weren't wrong. I felt amazing. I didn't even want to cry.

 Going into my car, I was still smiling all the way home. Such pure joy can only be achieved when you are at your best.

 I parked my car in my parent's driveway. Pulling out the keys, I put them into the lock, slowly turning until the door opens. Walking into the living room, I start taking the carpet, couches, TV, coffee table, and the vases filled with plants. When I was finally done, the living room looked empty, just like it was when we first moved here.

 I started using red paint to draw on the floor. First, I drew a circle. Then a star in the middle. When I was finally done, I turned to the walls, doing the same thing as I did to the floor to the walls. Now it is done.

 Still, with a happy smile, I took a deep breath. And utter the lines. 

"i summon one with jealousy, one with no pure intent, the all wanting, the enviable."

 The house starts to rumble like it is causing an earthquake. A bright red light shines through the window—the entire neighborhood. Finally, it stops, and I hear a deep raspy, and cold voice. Call me out.