15 Chapter 15 - I remembered, and I’m sorry lol

I woke up, the sky is still orange, and I'm not sure why I acted like an idiot. The kids dead, and the people responsible are likely dead as well. Not to mention the fact I lost count on how many people I devoured anyway. I basically went on a rampage, and different areas of the city are on fire while others scream for help.

Not only that, my power increased, I can see everything around me for miles. Many innocent people, people who are born here, are put in situations that are common in war.

I wasn't supposed to be like this anymore. What do I do after this anyways? A wanted poster on my head is insignificant to the power I wield, and from their memories, the people who are a threat, are already in places far from here, all of them in positions of power. They wouldn't care about something insignificant like this.

I'm literally acting like a natural disaster, I came out of nowhere, caused havoc, and destruction. Regardless, I feel bad about it, but there's nothing I can do. It's all done,it's not something I can just fix; wait...I'll clean up my mess, i can also use this as an excuse for myself.

I'll focus on everyone with a taint, I will focus on those with evil desires, and consume their souls. That's what I need to do, and since this city is already evil, and I'm in hell basically. Then I'm gonna do what little good I can, but first, I must make sure to turn this place into their hell.

They have to have a reason to follow my orders, and since I have nothing here, then I'll make a reason for them. No one will escape, I'll have my goal, and no one will get in my way. After I finish, I'll work on building good things, after all, what else am I gonna do besides being a fugitive.

I take control of my power, and I unleash it as far as I can, many who are about to commit heinous acts are devoured, as the innocent see them incinerated apart by tendrils of fire that burn the rest to ash.

The filth quickly reaches me as a dragon appears above me. The same dragon as in the past, the one I imagined so long ago. It breathes on me, and the fire quickly incinerates the area. I'm engulfed in the warm feeling as my body turns into that of fire. I hear the screams of others as they run away, but they've yet to realize that those without taint are healed. The innocent trip on things that grant them a chance for a better future, and as they realize it, they hide it in their clothes, and run.

Like this I can balance myself, as I refine even more of the bad luck into good luck, the concentrated bad luck I'll save. I imagine two horns on my head, one is shiny bright, and the other is inky black. I imagine it as dense as possible, and resistant as possible, so nothing can harm it.

The good, and bad luck engulf me as I'm refined by the fire, and I can't help but laugh.

The nausea, and lightheaded feeling it gives me feels dangerous, and a primal feeling of hunger makes me ravenous. I'm not sure what will happen from now on, but whatever it is, it's my decision.

I still feel more memories hidden in my brain, and I feel like beings I've long imagined are waiting to be free. I'll take whatever technology I can from this place, and whoever I fancy. After all, god gave me a great gift, I need to make sure to make great use of it. After all, I decided, I'll become a saint.

In my last world normal people would call me crazy, and I know I am, but they also forgot the stories of our saints. Saint Lawrence for example: As he lay on a gridiron set over coals to be roasted to death, this early Christian martyr allegedly told his executioners, "Turn me over, I'm done on this side."

When I learned of him, I couldn't help but laugh at his cheekiness. I even remembered an excerpt from history: There's another story that illustrates the generosity of soul which makes St. Lawrence an excellent patron saint for cooks preparing meals. When the emperor of Rome ordered the execution of all bishops, priests, and deacons, Lawrence, a deacon in charge of distributing goods to the poor, was ordered to hand over all the treasures of the church. Lawrence asked for three days to collect the bounty, and in that time gave away the church's wealth to the poor. He returned to the emperor with a contingent of the city's poor, crippled, blind, and sick, and said, "Here is the Church's treasure."

Heck, how could I also forget the depiction of my hero, the doom slayer. From a game, he's an inspiration for me, just thinking about it, the fire around me rages even more. No path is perfect, and no culture is either, but who gives a fuck if I destroy the shitty ones. I want to become a saint, and I'll build something massive. Who cares about the consequences!!!!!!!