Me and the End

I was once a bastard struggling in the mud, a spurned heretic in the Oracle Academy, and the most unbearable perdition in the eyes of the beholder. They insulted my flesh and blood, burned my faith, and took away the only light I had left. Until that storm, the blood of the four brothers stained the dilapidated Santana seats red. Until the beloved turns away in the splendor of the nuclear explosion, until the poisoned dagger pierces the last warm embrace. So I tore the seventy-two Optimus Pillars into pieces, made the Oracle Academy howl in the fire, and made the Spiral Building collapse like a broken spine. I sit on a throne made of betrayal and bones, with the embers of god-killing dancing at my fingertips. At this moment, I look down at this fragmented world and declare softly: From now on, I am the rule and I am the end. And all of this starts from that rainy night when the whole world betrayed...