He was a scream ripping through the veins of the world.
Clawing his way up; feeding on the pain he caused. He was the dragon, caged, forcing through the throat of order and peace.
Fire.
Skeletal wings scraping up its sides.
Shredding.
Emerging, covered in blood and saliva like some expletive spat out into a harsh, clean world. Launching like a shriek into the sky as if it was the only thing that gave his scaled heart a sense of ecstasy.
He was a frenzy. A bullet. A bloodbath.
They called him Havoc.
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Her breath came quickly.
Shuddering.
She stared at the blood on her arms and her throat tightened, “I should have never let you free.”
“You didn’t,” his teeth sliced through his lips in a grin, voice crackling like hot coals, “I did.”