You watch the boys fight in front of you and you can’t help but feel the smile creep across your face. After all, it’s in your nature. There’s no point in fighting what is simply nature! The moon shines above you. You know that the goddess above is watching you, and you know they are disappointed in you. As you watch one of the boys crack the jaw of another, blood spewing out of their mouth, you laugh. It’s fun! It’s fun!

It’s fun! It’s fun…

And once they are all dead, you’re alone again. You summon forth more to fight in front of you, but just as quickly, they perish and all that’s left are the dead corpses.

How could they have left you like this? How could they have not known how upset you would have been if they died?!

The more anger you get, the more scales start to form. Who are you? You peel at the scales, one by one, trying to stop them from forming. The soft skin underneath starts to bleed. This isn’t you, is it? Are you tricking them? No, you’re telling the truth! You clench your jaw tight, not even realizing that you are clenching it until it cracks, just like the boy whose jaw broke apart from their skull.

You loved [hated] them [yourself].

You sit there alone on your throne, bleeding, skin raw. The moon continues to watch with her disappointed gaze.