When he dropped his hand and the sheer excitement of having exacted his revenge and quite literally burn the dragon down in flames slowly began to recede, the ten-tailed fox took a deep and and took a moment to take in all the chaos, the calamitous destruction that he had wrought upon the entire place.
For a moment, he couldn't help but feel proud. He could feel his tainted soul sing the song of joy that it rarely sung throughout his life.
Ten thousand years, ten thousand years, the amount of time he had waited for this very moment, burning with scathing and venomous hatred, letting it blind him, letting it consume him.
The very hatred that kept him going. The malice, the desire to slaughter everyone who'd been a part of his downfall, kept him away, it ate him away until there was nothing left of him but the want for revenge.
Now, after all those years, those blurred days and fleeting night, his sleepless torture, all of those were more than worth it.
