Red. A color of both love and anger.

Two very different emotions, but both centered around the same thing: desire.

Whether it’s desire for lust or desire for revenge:

red makes you do things. Bad things.

And the desire of the color red is a dangerous thing.

Blood. Cold, thick… _addictive. _

I watched as he begged on his knees, for mercy.

Mercy at my hands. Mercy for me to let him go. ...

Morbid sounds coming from the casket.

Dried roses and flowers of losses.

Ashes and blood flow through my veins;

The past is the present: lost and decayed.

Cities burn to a crisp.

Apple trees, once tall, wither into the abyss.

Scarlett sunsets turned to black—chaos ensues

There’s no going back.

Destruction is chaos, and the chaos is me.

I am the nightmare of the earth and the trees.

Sire...