Retaliation

I gushed the rest of the amber liquid, recoiled in memories of that night.

The room was dimly lit and a colossal damage, blood smeared across the furniture and walls, the shards of vase besides.

The silence was deafening.

Nonetheless, it was a calculated move, by one.

The one, who ended it all, when he thrived in fear, of all the innocent souls captured and tortured.

For the devil he was, who baptized his name as fear. Fear which was
engraved in veins, mind and soul.

The one, who mocked us, triumphed in justice for the lost souls. Their Kin.