<span style="color: #BF0000">Zyphus (in his Keaton Romric form) sat on the curb in front of the hotel he had just checked out of not too long ago. He was just sitting there, picking at his thumbnail. Boredom and anxiety gripped him, for he knew that tomorrow would be the day in which he would visit the haven for the Souls of Anarchy.<br/>              Ahhh, so heavily did their hearts beat hard with anger, with hormones, and with emotional turmoil. It was so easy to pick which one he could use and ruin their lives, instilling in them the power of his anger. The endless fire that burned blacker than any fire that could be found in Hell itself. Yes, he could find them in their haven. In their school. <br/>           However, he could not deal with the long search for the right teen to satisfy his hunger for causing pain. Searching would only anger him more. No, he knew who he could use. Yes,  her forbidden hunger for anger and pain was the like the the filling in a lemon meringue pie. So sweet and so hidden, but still there. All he had to do was take a bite. Just one bite.  He had used her before. He had caused her to do things to hurt others like no other. <br/>             Although she was just a human, and he liked using her anger and causing her to feel and make pain, she was not just a pleasure toy for him. She was also a tool for him for his one and only purpose. Her undying determination, fueled by wrath, made her strong enough to help him get Jezebel back in Hell. Yes, she would assist him. And with his power, she would deal with Jezebel, and tear anything apart that gets in her way...literally. Just a matter of time. <br/>          He sighed and stood up. It was time for him to search for an apartment so he could make his stay semi-permanent. So he could finish what he was destined to do...</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF"> <span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, fucking therapy again.</span> Anazaelia thought as she walked toward her after school therapy class. She hated her therapist. First of all, the damn woman expected Anazaelia to call her Ms. Dabner, when she really wasn't even much older than Anazaelia. Secondly, she was pissed off because this woman Ms. Dabner (although Anazaelia called her by her first name, which was Kendrina) acted like she knew her when she really didn't know CRAP about her. <br/>          Many times Anazaelia found herself fidgeting in her chair when sitting in therapy. Sometimes she got so bored and angry that she fantasized about shoving the woman's head through the picture window which was just behind her. But most of the time she just fidgeted, occasionally growling under her breath from the anger building up inside against Ms. Dabner. Really, Anazaelia didn't know why she hated this woman so much, but she just did. She couldn't help it. Day by day, her hate just grew worse and worse, almost as though a vampire had come to her house at night and sucked the joy, innocence, and sweetness of a normal teen girl around her age out of her.<br/>           In anger, she grunted and stomped her way to the door. All the while, she could only think of how obnoxious that idiotic therapist was with stupid promises of concern and lies about how much she understood Anazaelia. She didn't understand SHIT about her, and that was the TRUTH. Sometimes, she just wished she could quit therapy, but her aunt would not allow it. That stupid bitch. Ugh, did Anazaelia hate these people. But it was not her place to deal with them yet. What she needed to do was to get through life, and hopefully find the purpose, in which she felt was very much within her reach. And that was all she felt useful for...</span>