They eat my flesh, drink my blood, and laugh at my naivety.
When I woke up again, I was back before the opening of hell.
This time, I am no longer kind.
My space can freeze time, my fortress is impregnable, and I hoard goods like crazy. I watched my enemies wailing and freezing to death outside the door, while I was in a warm house, tasting the 1982 Lafite.
When the hypocritical neighbor morally kidnapped me, I smiled and started the high-voltage power grid.
When powerful forces came to the city, I tore apart the space with my bare hands.
Not bad. Very well written.