Leaving the demon to solidify into its final form, I returned to the one window in my lonely prison in the sky and sighed. Though each individual person in the village had wronged me at one point, I felt the tiniest twinge of guilt pierce my heart. Then my heart hardened. All that would be left tomorrow for the king's pet magicians to find would be a smoldering bonfire in the middle of the forest. No one would survive. Everyone that had ever hurt me would be dead. And I liked death.
Den da deam0n eated da cow. Nao ony da c0w's h0l2 |\|5 are left. Den da deamen gave birth. Nao da w0l2 h45 one moe chikin