The executioners sword

Human beings are just awful, aren't they? In that moment something came over me, a whisper I felt deep inside me. Was it always there? Is it for everyone? Kill them, rid this world of all the awful beings. I'll start with these people. I'm calm, although I'm on the ground being beat up right now I don't feel it, hate, that's all I feel. Once I'm rid of them the world will be a better place, yes that's what I'll do. As I was being lifted by my neck and thrown against a bathroom mirror, I saw the reflection of hope in the vomit spewing from my stomach. I grabbed it and it sliced my hand open covering my hope in a deep crimson, yes this world will be like this hopeful shard tainting only me with its darkness. I clutched it tight and aimed, something was hit and the evil came rushing out. There was a moment of pause in the other evils but not for me, two more slashes and my job was done. I dropped the executioner's sword and looked at what should be a mangled hand yet what was there was not in poor condition but the best condition ever. The blood that spilled was not my own but the evil ones, their screams were music to my ears. The sudden putrid smell that came made me gag, I looked down at myself and then all around the room. Corpses littered the ground, some in pieces, others just ripped open like animals had gotten to them. My stomach churned once more and I vomited again but this time there was nothing in it except for a single shard of hope. Looking back at myself in the mirror, I didn't see myself staring back at me, I saw a new person who would save this world from the evil lurking within. I knew that I had to keep going, this is my path now. The hope was all I had left.

The person who replaced the original executioner was someone who had fully embraced the darkness. This new executioner was determined to cleanse the world of all evil. The executioner's sword was the tool that would be used to accomplish this goal. I was given this sword in the depths of my despair. The new darkness had freed me from the shackles of my mind and I was finally starting to embrace it. The darkness within. I think it was fate, why, I don’t know but I believe in the will of the universe, in the very first few moments that I found this blade I felt like I had cast a scythe through the darkness with it. I was meant to do this, after enough work with it I will be able to stand against evil, destroy it and with it save the world. The blade was perfect, it pierced evil and left them dead, as was I. I may be a ghost, but in these moments I feel like a hero. To take the lives of these corrupted beings without fail, without fault and without hesitation is what I'll do. Today marks another step towards my destiny, I'll leave no one behind. There is hope for the world, it lies in my hand and it will be in my grip forever until all the evil beings have been executed. I am on the path of redemption, with my blade by my side. I feel most alive when I am fighting for something bigger than myself - even though I know I'm just a ghost and my actions will be forgotten in time.

I am the Executioner, the bearer of light.