Burning.

The smell of roting bodies and fire was surrounding me like a glove, a glove of warmth and happiness. They all died, the all disaster; the past died. The one that was never wanted but was there as many things were, now all gone and just a past. A dead past. Perfect to me.

Now begins my era, my kingdom, my fucking throne, everything mine.

Walking on the burning floor was the happiest walk of my life. Each step was victory. Reward for being patient, reward for surviving the most crucious torture, reward for not losing myself.

I entered in my car, john my driver stared driving after i was seated. After this storm that i created i felt so relaxed so peaceful, today i achieved that i wanted for a long time.

I killed my family.