Beastly Insanity: Reincarnated as a Goblin

That day Bane Vossen died. But the death was too horrible for him to even put it into words. Or rather it was something that perfectly mirrored the reality of the world he lived in. The world that he was familiar in had nothing but filled to the brim with malice and hate. Did the God who create the world did so just to make fun of us humans? He cursed such a God even in his death... for leaving him to suffer in such a world. How many times had he cried out for help? But in the end his pleas were only heard by those worried of their reputation only to forget their promises the very next day. It seemed that his life had been worth only tossing a single penny of hope in his eyes. The disparity between the weak and strong was ever present. And with every passing day, it only grew larger and larger. Experiencing how the world was Bane had finally pledged to stand on his own ground... only to be crushed by those that feared a rising star. But at the end of his life, he became more aware of the feelings that he was bottling up inside of him. Was it post death clarity? Who knew how he was even conscious? He had no idea. But all he felt was an incomparable amount of hate. Yes it was hate.