The Lunar Curse

I catalyzed a deceitful identity to be an instrument of revenge, a fictitious personality made to hunt and destroy. I had one purpose; To bring havoc and annihilation.

My mission was meticulously planned, there would be no trace, no clues, no mistakes, no breadcrumbs. Your destruction was the only vestige left of my existence.

I slowly crept inside your private life, spied on every move you made undetected. I made false claims, I used different people as pawns in my wicked scheme, I gained your trust because you were stupid enough to let me in, I collected facts, rumors and gossips, put them in a bullet and waited for the right moment to shoot you with it.

When the right moment came, the sky celebrated with me, your mournful cries were my affirmation, I crushed your world, added fuel to the fire and watched you burn in it. I saw your life disentegrate, your family almost disowned you, you were ostracized and humiliated publicly while I rejoiced at your defeat. But I wasn’t finished yet, after the bomb exploded, shrapnels of my hate lingered within you, a painful reminder of my victory.

If someone would ask me if I feel any guilt or contrition, I would simply laugh at them. I will never regret any of it, I would do the same thing over and over and over again if given the chance.