A Puppet of Hatred

Everything inside me surged. Like a black tide, like a storm rising from the depths, like a scream forgotten for a thousand years and suddenly awakened all at once.

I no longer knew where I was. Nor what I was. There were no more limits. No more name. No more skin. Just that. That wave. That scream. That thing that wanted out.

— IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

The scream escaped me. It wasn't spoken. It wasn't shouted. It was expelled. Torn out. Ripped from me like a piece of flesh that had been suffocated too long. It was a bestial discharge, overloaded, monstrous. A cry that was no longer human. A wave of rage so pure, so raw, so naked in its ugliness that I felt the air itself tremble, vibrate in its bones, in its nerves, in its invisible veins.

And then, the blood from the sky rose.