text: My creation was one solely for the purpose of death, and my soul will not move on until the greatest one. When my eyes opened, and my consciousness of this world began, it was with others, those that became my closest comrades, my kin of soul and matter. All my kin are gone now, lost to this realm long ago. We were the first souls in this realm, and the creatures of the world followed soon after, we were there with the very simplest of those able to be considered truly living. We ferried them quite easily to the next realm, with time, the souls learned to travel, when they were forced from their physical forms they were scared, and we were there to calm them and help them to their next path. There were four of us. Once humans came into being, we decided that one would preside over the creatures of the land, one the creatures of the sea, one the air, and me, humanity. It was peaceful, and we were happy. It did not last. One day, the world shook. Its source was the death of one who should not die, one of my kin. That was the first time emotions came into my mind. A rush of emotions filled me, anger, fear, sadness, all unfamiliar to me in the past. Humanity, my children, had left a mark on me. I took flight to the source, and there, ripped to shreds, laid a shell of a God. No longer alive, the glossy surface of their form without the energy they once held. The keeper of the land was gone. I screamed my rage and heartbreak to the heavens, ruptured the skies with the force of my sorrow, and rain fell from the sky, lachrymose of the heavens. What could have done this? Why? The answers to both of those questions came in the form of violence, as so much else has. The errant soul of a creature ran into the clearing before me, followed close behind by something that shouldn’t exist. A dark, lithe form streaked into the clearing and pounced, extending towards the soul, but it met a wing batting it aside instead as I strode forward. The heap before me wasn’t anything meant to exist in this plane, it was shaped like a slender feline, with the only difference being the spawn before me was made of hellfire. This was the first of many Hell-Beasts that met my wrath, for the scent of a god’s death was on it. This creature was responsible for my kin being lost to the realm. It felt my wrath, and the beast responded in kind. It charged me, but was too slow, all of them are. Not a single one is unable to outdo the wrath fueling my every action. My hand shot out as it jumped for me, grabbing it by what could pass as its throat and squeezed. My hand burned but that didn’t bother me. I beat it with my other hand until the fire fizzled away to nothing. Looking down at my hands, they were bone now, charred and blackened. My job wasn’t done. I had time to ponder this later, for now, my work called. It felt like I was a passenger in my vessel. Watching it kneel, lay a hand on the soul before us, watching it dissolve from this realm as it went on to the next. The vessel stayed kneeling. I took on the duty of guiding all of the lands after that, but I never forgot what happened. No matter where the beasts went, the beating of wings followed them. They learned to fear the sound, and to fear me. Hundreds of the beasts were wiped from this plane, thousands maybe. All by my hand. The wrath of a god knew no mercy, and the hell-beasts got the full force of it, up until the very last of my wards, by then all the land and sea and sky were under my domain, left the earth. Then, I longed for a companion of any kind, but none came. For all that were left feared me. This, the final tragedy of my wrath. I am alone, and there is none to blame for it except myself.