Prologue

Vengeance...dark, cold, hate filled, petty and yet oh so sweet. It is as monstrous as it is fulfilling it is a lack of compassion of mercy and can often lead to war, sickness, disease, and always...death.

This is the ugly truth of the world in which we live in. Dreams and hope are for the weak...love is, but a fairytale told to children to help them sleep at night. Heroes riding in on noble white stallions are myth, lies to quell fears for a short time for the weak of heart. But the truth is and will always remain that we all live and we all die in one way or another. All of us want only one thing; to live on and so...we kill, cut down those who threaten our lives that will inevitably end all the same.

We kill that which we fear all in the name of living on and claim each swing of the sword, each loosed arrow, every spear or stone thrown to be done righteously, yet we have no remorse for the families of the fallen...we spit upon the decapitated head that rolls from the block and cheer and make merry when a noose breaks a neck...

Remorse...good...peace...They are all lies.

Do I mourn this...?

No!

For I have known this truth for years and I speak of it now to reveal the cold and ugly reality that is our world. I too am a petty and greedy individual. I have spilled blood and rubbed it over my hands like metallic soap, I have smiled while I watched a body roll off a cliff and hit every root, and sharp rock on the way down. I have laughed at men who cowered in my presence where they had laughed before. Grown men who showed me mercy is an illusion and yet they pleaded until their insufferable and keening voices were cut off as they choked and drowned in their own fluids.

That is true sweetness...when one see's past the lies, recognizes the truth, accepts and embraces it. We all have our reasons to kill, most of us humans telling ourselves lies until even we believe them. But I know why I do. I accept it and that makes it more enjoyable.

The sweet fruit of vengeance. It is mine.