As I linger among the skeletal ruins of what was once my home, as I listen to the distant cries of their torment echoing through eternity, I breathe in deeply, basking in the soothing warm of their cacophonous pain. Nothing lives here now, but me. I am the ruler of my world, and peace is once again mine. I hear the shadows laugh and turn. Alas, my glory shall fade as did my belief in faith, for there I see them bleeding, buried in the arms of her, a relic from a decade long despised. She sees me approach. Her last gleeful breath seethes ‘these were yours as were they mine!’ I watch the life leave her eyes, only too late does it make sense. What have I done!?