The rage that once burned inside me slowly died. It was locked away so that I may continue living my life without its constant presence. I smiled, I laughed, I enjoyed myself. And then, without expecting it, I turn and there you are. Standing there. Our eyes meet, and my rock is shaken. Door thrown wide open, rage stormed back through me. Rage, fury, hatred, better yet, loathing; it all consumed me. Seeing your eyes widen, that hidden spark of fear and knowledge alight your eyes; I knew everything, and now, you were aware that I knew. Turning upon your heel, you practically fled. Walking fast, as to maintain dignity, but since when did you have that? After what you did, only those who had no knowledge of your actions looked at you without the disgust, anger and hatred that we did. Watching you flee from my presence, a laugh bubbled up inside me. A quiet, loathing chuckle escaped my lips. You heard it and against common sense, you turned to see my eyes staring at you with all the horrid knowledge, my mouth curled in a cruel, sinister smile. You knew what I was thinking. I had told it to you many times. Yet, you thought I had forgotten. But I did not forget. It rang in my head at every mention of your name. It sang through my head now, as I lay eyes on you and I then knew what had to be done.
Patient, I am. For I had to learn patience, or else how would this have been so sweet? Without the patience, the rage, fury, and loathing could not have stewed to become what it did.
Looking down, on my person was everything I needed. I was prepared and it was time.
Hurt her, and I swear by all nature as my witness, you will suffer.
I will do to you what was done to Melanthius, after he betrayed Odysseus
What ever you do to her, I will inflict the pain upon you tenfold
You did not believe me. You thought I would let it go. How could I, after seeing her like that? My best friend, my sister, and you think that I would not bring down Heaven’s wrath, my wrath? The archangels are kind, but when vengeance is needed, it is dealt out in awesome ways.
The headlines spoke of a horrid deed, terrible crime scene. Shock was in everyone’s eyes, but when they knew everything, inside they held admiration.
Now, I sit behind steel, surrounded by others condemned for wrong or rightful- but frowned upon-vengeance. But I do not rot. Nay, my body does not rot. I sit here everyday, thinking of what you did and how your actions were repaid. Vengeance is sweeter than honey’s nectar. I know I did her good. She can rest now, because she is avenged. You, though, you will never rest. The entire world will know what I did to you, why I did it, and they will sing my name. Cleansing, it was; merely cleansing, and nothing more.
The only thing that ever dwells on my mind about my own soul is whether I will join her, to the place you sent her, to the glorious, wondrous, shining place; or will I meet you again, in the flames, where my vengeance will again wreak havoc upon you, over and over, for all eternity. But either way, I mind not. For she is free and you are gone, gone after a justified vengeance was applied.
You thought I forgot. How could I? Never did I forget and never will I. Nor will others. For generations they will speak of my name and of things I have done and the martyr I have become, with this, the archangels vengeance will rest heavy on the hearts of those who have fallen from grace.