157 Heightened Emotional Response

Blood dripped while broken mirror shards fell on the bathroom floor. Mirsha bit her lips until they bled out of frustration. Her mind continued processing, finding more reasons why she should kill the people outside. 

Dreaming of ripping their heads off from their bodies and bathing in their blood, "Damn those heartless bastards!"

The way they smiled, the way they talked, how they recovered their emotions, everything about them infuriated Mirsha without end.

Dying would be a light punishment for the atrocities they have committed. Yet they acted as if they were the holiest of the holy. Saying it was all for the good of mankind, "Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! If only the Priestess did not stop me, I could've—"