Food of the Gods

They said I was crazy. In this world where ecstasy can set the sky on fire and despair can freeze the soul, all living beings offer their madness to the gods as food for protection. They, a bunch of willing sacrifices, actually called me crazy. Yes, I come from a place that can drive people to the abyss of silent despair. When I chose to end this pain, even my last peace was deprived by those gods above me - my soul was fished here as food. They took away everything from me, even the right to die. Therefore, I put a rein on my madness called "rationality". Now, I am not a sacrifice, I am a hunter. I will use the coldest rationality to carry out the hottest revenge. Until the gods are no longer gods.