rAgE, wRaTh, AnD fUrY.

Attempting to be squeezed out, it tries to fight its way out to the outside and uncaring world. It wants to live, and breathe, and wreak havoc on all the things willing to burn at its every selfish whim. And all those things cling to it, supposedly loving it, but truly hating its very core.

That is when darkness hits... Creates a vortex in the middle of the heart, oblivion at its very center. And the darkness creeps and creeps until the heart cannot beat anymore and becomes frozen. Like ice. Cold and uncaring. Like the outside world it tries to go out to yet hide from. And then there is not much difference and everything unique becomes the same... Lonely... Withdrawn... But it refuses. It refuses to stop being unique, it refuses to liken itself to those things, dark things that they are, it refuses, still fighting. Because.... It wants to be.

Eyes turn red at refusal, fists clench at betrayal as the heart thaws from the ice it was buried in. How could they do this to it?! How could they try to make it conform to the outer, uncaring world?! And now, they will face it, the battle long and hard, and they will wage war. And it will win.

It will murder and kill, the ground turning to a crimson, the skies, and the moon, a rich burgundy. Tearing at the dark things trying to overwhelm it. But nothing will work, no. No one will gain. And it will smirk, grin broadly, malice dancing in its brown, brown eyes. It was a sign, it did not forget. It COULD NOT and WILL NOT forget.

And as it dances to the song of the pouring, of the rain of blood on its face, its reign, ruling, just beginning. They will choke and fear. They have invoked it, poked at it. Laughed at it. Tried to manipulate it. And it will not let that pass.