It’s drugs, not alcohol.
And I will not let someone who hurt my family, my mother no less, to such an extent live. If someone LOOKS at me the wrong way I bring ruin upon them.
Him? I want him disemboweled. I want him torn to shreds. I want him to scream like all pigs do when the dark finally turns to him and beckons with its claws. I want him to know the true meaning of fear, and what death tastes like. I want him to know what it feels like to live in fear, so small and so terrified, I want him to feel the pain and the horror as the world crumbles around him and all that is left is I.
I am the judge, jury, and executioner for all that I see fit. And he has been sentenced to death, and I will wield the sword.
Dellamage, you know nothing of me. Don’t think it would be better. It wouldn’t.
These lesser things deserve nothing more than to die, and this one more than quite a few. Alcoholics are bad, but drug addicts are worse- trust me, I have both in my kin.
He’s existed for far too long. And when he does die, his soul will be mine.
We’ve all had enemies. Friends. Traitors. Bastards to deal with. That nameless foe that hunts you.
I’m tired of being hunted, now I am the hunter. Imagine the worst you can do to a human being. The lacerations one could cause to it. I will ensure he receives much worse.
You hit me, and I’ll hit you back with a gatling gun. You hit my FAMILY, my DOGS- And I will turn you into nothing more than a blabbering thing, driven mad from the blood lost and the psychological torture. And he has done just that.
And he will pay for it, with his existence. So will his line.
I have no tolerance. For anything. Period. You can try to convince me to heal him, try to get me to go to whatever god you want, but I am not one that changes due to external factors. Healing is for those who have family in need, and he is nothing but a creature that has haunted my family.
You do not know what I’ve been through dellamage, so don’t bother trying to tell me to heal him. Roaches live through too much and Belial has taught me that if I want something, I take it. I don’t manipulate in the hopes of change, or attack if attacked, If I want something, I’ll break the balls and noses of whoever I damn well want to get it.
You may ask me about karma. Well, karma is a fool’s notion made by fools to control fools. If I have any ties to karma, it is that I am it incarnate.
So, no, I won’t heal him.
Because when you make a case to your jury and your judge, and they find you guilty, you better be fucking ready to deal with the executioner when he comes knocking.