My glow intensified along with my rage, and I jumped towards the spider.
Then, I offered it a banquet of agony in which I grew obese with hate. So far I had hidden the animal within me, wasting it and casting it to shadows of my own creation, rotting beneath my golden beauty.
I tore the spider's limbs one by one with the ruthlessness of a starving predator.
Its screeches became the chorus of its requiem, the instruments of the waltz that would inevitably break its body. Like a puppet controlled by a child, its movements were erratic and indistinct.
Nothing more than a toy for my entertainment, I thought while butchering the creature.
My spear moved with brutal accuracy, the blade whistling through the air and singing its demise.
Why do spiders scare me? I wondered, slashing its thorax and tearing it open with my hands.
The entrails rained on me, tickling my nose with fetid scents. Nothing that could compare to a corrupted demon's blood, however.
Everything stands beneath me.
