Do you know how much blood is inside the human body? In average, it's something like 5.5 litres. That actually doesn't sound like a lot, does it? I swear to god it looks like I already lost double that amount! I guess 5.5 litres of blood looks like a lot more when it's spilled all around.

“ Wooow look at dat bro' ! This Guy is still kickin' ”

...Still kickin' ? Is that actually a phrase? Who the hell talks like that? Well, rapists and murders apparently.

“ And he's still glaring at me as well bro' ! “

“ Yeah he's really starting to piss me off! Let's cut him apart a bit more, make him feel real pain. “

Pain? Right, I guess I should be feeling that right now.

But I can't.

I only feel one emotion. An incredible intense emotion. This emotion overshadows all other feelings I have and burns them to fuel itself and grow even more. Like a fire it keeps growing, and growing, consuming me in the process. Now this emotion sounds like rage, but it isn't. Anger feels hot. It burns you from the inside and makes you lose control.

What I feel is hate.

Hate is cold.

So cold.

Hate doesn't corrupt your mind like rage does, but consumes it.

“ Why not use dat spell bro! Ya know that one Izzy taught ya! “

“ Hm...? Yeah good idea. That will teach this maggot to glare at us “

I wished they would stop talking and just kill me already, so I can continue with my philosophical inner monologue about the differences of hate and rage.

“ Throw the corpses of those demi-whores at him, so I can use it on all of them at once. I don't have enough mana for too many casts “

“ Alrighty bro! “

The man throws the corpses of my wife and daughter at me, which results in the flame growing even colder. I'm human. My family isn't though. When I was small by parents sold me to a slave trader in order to buy more booze. I'm not even kidding, it's not like we had any severe money problems or anything like that. They just wanted more money. Those slave traders did horrible things to me...

I began to hate all those adults that abused us slaves on a daily basis. One day our torture came to an abrupt end when we were saved by a bunch of demi-human soldiers. Apparently those slave traders took some demi-human slaves which was a pretty bad idea, seeing how slavery is forbidden in their kingdom. Even though I was human the demi-humans were kind to me and gave me a new home. I lost my hate for adults but kept my hate for humans. How can a civilization call itself the most righteous one if the kept slaves? Hypocrites. I lived a good life, had a nice family and a stable job.

But that's all gone now.

I look a last time at my family, while I ready myself for my death. Shary, my wife is missing one of her beautiful wolf-like ears. One of those fuckers bit it off while doing her. My daughter Shila is looking a lot worse. I guess since she's only 11 her body couldn't handle “it”.

Hate fills my soul.

“Alright here I go! Shall the blood of the Devil itself eat your flesh: Acid Rain! “

This is going to smell really bad…