Regretted Hatred
     Chapter one


“No! I hated you! I hated you god damnit!” I yell falling to my knees as tears flooded my face, it was already raining and I was wet and cold.
“I. Hated. You.” I say one last time trying to tell myself more then anything. Why do I feel this way? I should be happy that his putrid blood is covering me head to toe. I should be happy that I got my revenge. I should be happy. But no all I feel is grief and anguish, inside I’m torn apart into even smaller pieces. He hurt me, he hurt me. He took my heart pretended to care, to hold it gently, he pretended to love and he lied, he lied right to my face, he smashed my heart into little pieces he broke it, yet I still loved him. That’s not supposed to happen; no not at all I’m supposed to despise him, to hate his guts. I look over to the shredded body, torn and bloody. You could barely tell who it was, but I know exactly who it was. It was…It was…Lucifer…..Lucifer Condaxion. The man I despised, the man I hated, and the man I destroyed……I destroyed him. With my own hands, with my own weapons, with my own mind I killed him. What am I suppose to do now? I don’t even know. My whole life was devoted to destroying the man who killed me from the inside. And now it’s been done. What is there for me to do now? What is my purpose now?
I stand up as the cold rain slowly runs against my skin. I wipe off my mouth of the blood that I spitted off early. I stare at the body once more and turn to walk away. I stare at the dark sky filled with white flashes as the loud crash of thunder echoes in my ears. I need to burn the body that was the first thing I should do before I start to leave. I dig into my bag that’s mildly shredded I’m going to barely be able to use it anymore. I reach for the matches that I keep handy. I take one and walk over to him. I just stare at the body there was a dark pool around him, the flesh was shredded in many places, and the stench was retched to my stomach.
  “Goodbye….Lucifer, my love.” I whisper as the loud crash of thunder fills the air around me. I light the match and drop it on top of him watching him burn to ashes. I start to walk away, as my vision begins to slightly blur. I stop and wipe my eyes, thinking of what I should do. I slowly tread through the muddy field, getting soak to the bone as my thoughts become a blur the more I walk. I could only think of what has happened and nothing else, trying to convince myself what I did was right. I hated him there was nothing to it. You were meant to kill him. It was your duty, just think of what he did to you. He shattered your heart and turned your soul black. Not only that, but he had killed your family, what you did was right.
The sun started to peek out after hours of walking. My hands were cold and shivers went up and done my spine. This was hell. I looked up at the sky there were yellow streaks flying against the clouds and I felt a soft breeze blow against my skin. The grass seems to grow as I continue to walk. I started to head up to a forest dark and green. The moist air stuffed up my throat as I got close; the forest was misty and noisy as the animals call to each other inside. I begin to step over roots and duck under as I tried avoiding branches. My head was too confused to know were exactly I was going. Time wasn’t an issue; I had all the time in the world.  The forest was getting darker the deeper I would get. I couldn’t see the sky to figure out what time of the day it was. My feet began to throb as my legs slowly pushed forward. I stopped by an old oak tree, leaning against it sliding to the ground. I needed to rest, the battle itself wore me out and the walking isn’t helping too much. I remembered how I had to try to get behind him just to make a scratch. He was strong, stronger than me I don’t think he even tried to save himself. The thought sent a mingling slight of guilt up my spine. What if he wanted me to kill him, but that didn’t sound right he was powerful. He could have anything he wanted. People feared him and respected him, but me. I despised him, I couldn’t stand the fact that he was even breathing. He was a monster with no conscious, he only destroyed.  Why would he not want to live? It made no sense.
I slowly get up with an aching back, now its time to move on again. I stumbled when I first started to walk again, but after a few more steps I was fine. I walked through the forest watching the trees and animals as I go by. Two squirrels were raging war over whom with get an acorn. I laughed thinking of how pointless it was. There were plenty acorns in the forest why fight over one? I picked one from a tree above me, I softly threw one over. The squirrels just stared at me curious on why such a creature would do that. I laughed softly not wanting to scare them.
“There you go little guys now you don’t have to fight anymore. Okay?” I whispered then just stared and turned back to continue their little argument. I shook my head, senseless creatures. The forest started to become brighter. I must be close to the end, I walked more and faster and I finally started to see a bright light. I went towards it hoping there was a village or something. When I walked through I saw a nice green grassed hill. I slowly walked over it. I looked down seeing a horrible sight. There was a village but burnt and destroyed. It was lifeless and cold as if an army came through to wipe everyone out. I ran down the hill in a hurry speeding and jumping over some of the rocks and dead logs that covered it. I get to the main road I see millions dead, torn into pieces and lit on fire burned to death. The buildings were destroyed, burnt to ashes. This village was massacred horribly. Who or what did this? I plodded my way through each of the buildings looking for a clue. I walked up to a house staring at the burnt wood and furniture. The belongings were destroyed and there were two bodies in the middle of the floor beheaded. One looked like a body of a female, tortured to death. She had a long pink dress covering her body with caked blood all around her. Beside her was a body of a male, with some kind of robe on, also was tortured, cuts were set along his body while some of his skin was crisped to a burnt black. I heard a soft whimper form the corner of the room. My head quickly turned to the direction of the sound. I saw a small girl, only three, limping towards me. Her skin was also burned severely, all along her arms and legs were large gashes that steadily were bleeding. She walked up to me and fell I caught her in my arms, just staring at her. She looked up at me and coughed. Her voice was hoarse and dry; I gently moved her dirty blond hair out of her face.
“What happen?” I asked softly, the girl just stared at me for a second.
“Where-.., where is my dolly?” She coughed as she did blood shot out of her mouth. The two dead bodies over behind me must be her parents. I looked around for a second seeing it was thankfully beside me. I handed it to her she try to reach over, but her arm fell to a limb. She was dead. I slowly laid her down putting her doll on her. I stood up no emotion reflected in my face. I’ve seen enough to try to get over things like this.  
“What happened here?” I whisper confused on how somebody could just walk away from this without leaving a clue. I walk out the house back onto the main path. I walked past stores and diners. I finally decided to stay in this village for a night just to rest up. I went to a blacksmith shop and looked inside there. The weapons were still there, so it wasn’t an army that attacked that’s for sure. I looked through some of the swords and axes. My weapons got destroyed in the battle, I need knew ones. I steadily just stared at them testing each one out, on which had the endurance, the speed, and the cutting edge that I needed to fight with. I finally decided on two sharp blades, hand crafted and made to perfection. They were perfect for my style of fighting. I liked close combat. I looked for two sheaths to hold them in. I could only find two, one dark brown leather with two dragons on it spiraling around one another. The other was similar but had black leather instead of brown. They would have to do, until I find better ones.
The clouds left as the stars began to fill the skies. It was cooler then it was all day and time seemed to be frozen in place.  I started a fire in the shop’s fire place, the flames crackled and shot out trying to escape. I just watched it seeing all different kinds of creatures form in the fire’s fury. The night was silent for once not even a cricket dared to chirp. The moon’s light shone through the broken windows, lighting up some of the room. It was lonely and sorrowful as the time slowly progressed. I looked through the shop’s food storages and cabinets for something to take on my travels and to eat now. I only found stale bread and canned vegetables, nice. I looked around in the owner’s room for a new bag or some cloths, mine were torn and overused. The shirt was half ripped and dirty, while the pants now looked like shorts. I’ve done this too many times, I thought to myself. It’s not that I’m a beggar or a thief. I’m just use to being stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing. I travel always looking for answers meeting and leaving worthless people.
“Now I’m starting to sound like him.” I sigh mumbling to myself. At least I killed for a reason, not like him just for the sport. I finally find a medium sized tan leather bag, big enough to hold my things and small enough not to worry about having to drag it around to much. I walk over to my fire seeing that it is already dying down slowly. I stuff my matches, kunai, paper bombs, chains, and blade sharpeners all in with enough room for the stale bread.  I walk towards the fire watching one more time, just before my sight darkens and everything around me goes blank,


“Ebony! Wait! Don’t go that way!” I scream for my sister, don’t go that way he’ll kill you.
“EBONY!” I scream one more time, as the dark fires from hell take over me blocking my vision. All of the sudden I hear a sharp scream pierce through the air as I see blood splat onto the next wall in the hallway.
“Ebony!” I whimper falling to my knees, “No not you too.” I whimper crying uncontrollably. I walk over to the dead girl brushing her light blue hair out of her face and closing her hazel eyes.
“Why didn’t you listen?!” I scream holding her body against me. When he walks over.
“I told you what would happen…….do you still want to be stubborn? Hmm? Alla? Will you still not listen even after what has happened?” Lucifer asks in a dark voice, his dark long brown hair covered the edges of his face as his crimson eyes stare down upon me. Waiting…..waiting for my answer.
“You have killed my family! What respect do you think you will get from that? Do you honestly think I can just forgive you like that? You are nothing in my eyes now! I rather die a million painful deaths instead of being with you!!!!” I yell spitted blood in his face. He stares for a moment then nods as if he nods.
“Then from now on we shall forever be enemies. Are you prepared for that my love?” He asks his eye now stern and unpredictable. I nod wanting to tear his guts out and watch he die the most painful death you could ever give a filthy demon like him. He slowly dissipates and finally disappears. I lounge at him hoping to stop him but he is gone.


I wake up by my scrams and tears. My head full of horrible memories and my cloths drenched in my sweat. I shake my head needing a drink or some water to splash onto my face. I go though the cupboards one more time looking for a container. I find one filled with a liquid, I open it to find water. I take a few sips and splash some on my face, what a nightmare. I stand there for moments at a time as I think about my dream; it was more of a memory than a dream. He killed my family, my beautiful little sister, my kind mother, and my handsome father. He did this to me. I walk back over and see the moon is still just as high as I left it early. I lay down hoping to get more of a rest this time.