Some people believe man is born with a pure conscience, that, if it were not for evil civilization, our innate good would rise above any penchant for evil and smote the dragon within.
I have never before been so convinced otherwise. There is a terror inside us—a graveyard that wishes to bury our neighbors, a smoldering fire that savors the swift burning of any good thing.
I have looked the devil in the eyes.
He is the eyes of a man who has decided love is supplementary, and at times ethereal. He is the very essence of someone who has devalued a human life, thus pronouncing himself god.
He is subtle, and not even scary at first. But the more you see his brand of war—the more you realize his way of thinking is completely upside down, you will indeed be scared.
So run, run for your life. And as you run, be the first to bury and to burn.
Because if everyone else fears you, at the very least you will not be a victim.
To get in the mind of my villain, I’m writing selections from a diary she might be keeping. Stay tuned for more entries!