The Growth of a Monster

[GravityChill]

It was but a simple dream
Something my mother would wish for me
Given the freedom to choose my life
But back then there was only one goal.

"I want to become the next Oracle."
A simple goal, but with mighty implications.
I took up such Occultic Arts towards such a goal.

I said I would be strong
I said my will would prove stronger.
But those moments still paint such a clear picture.

The surge of lightning as it pierced my sister's shoulder.
The raw killing intent washing over me as I contemplate mauling my friend.
The feeling of joy and elation in the breakdown of those I truly fight.

I still remember the black and white fires as they consumed her.
Her last rites were said, and her judgment given.
The chance to make peace before she meets their lord in Hel.

There was with staring into such fires regret....and satisfaction.

Even as the years pass by I find the road slowly crumbling.
What was once easy grows harder, those once foundations disappearing.

One by one
They slowly leave
Taken by death or their true colors shown

How much longer can I hold such a face?
How much longer will the darkness stare back at me?

The call only grows as times grow more harrowing.
The yearning for such destruction becomes harder to push back.
How much longer will this go on, and how long until it finally breaks me...