Mistress of Destruction

I sit here upon the edge of the world and watch it burn. I feel the pain, the suffering. I feel the anger and the fear. All these negative emotions are life blood to me. I breath in deeply. This is such a delicious treat.

I do not care why this world burns. It bothers me not. Normally I feed off but a few individuals. I work hard to bring misery and despair to a few, but to sit here and bask in this sea of agony is a rare treat. I savour every second. Soon I shall fly down and pick off the remnants. My Ax is eager. It murmurs its familiar song of death to me, but there is time. Plenty of time...