Continuation of the last chapter... But perhaps we'll get a bit more insight this time.

The vibe: https://youtu.be/RROd79kpDKw

Time seemed to stand still as I took the room in. It was as if the concept of time had ceased to exist. It was nice, in the eternity of the moment. My deeds, both righteous and deplorable? Didn't matter, might as well not have existed at all. There could be no pain. How could there be? There would be no standard which to measure any degree of tactile feeling. Just a simple, 'oh this is sensitive for reasons beyond my understanding'.

But eventually, all things must end. It didn't matter who I hurt, how much they hurt, or how much I hurt... All things must end.

This method of pain management must stop.

You cannot stay here.

Choosing to stay here to avoid your grief is not safe for you.

Getting here in the first place is dangerous, but you will go mad if you do not handle your problems.

Soon, I must go back soon. Even eternity is finite under the correct conditions.

Moments are just that... Moments. They pass swiftly and without care. Each moment an eternity to be experienced, each finely etched instant ever so slightly different than the eternity before it.

Already the flashes of gunfire to the sides illuminated the distant nebula that made up the gunmen.

Even in the timeless nature of a moment frozen in time, my problems ruined even this.

The problem though?

I didn't want to be here! Not in this fucking house! Not in this God damn situation! Not on this thrice cursed planet!

And the cause of all of my misery! That moronic, brain dead mule of a sister! She had the audacity to come here, and apologize?! For crying out loud, I could still feel the knife between my ribs!

Everything I've been through! Every pain and indignity! As Luna and Lucas! What was it all for?! Because she valued her vapidly inbred tea-time friends more than she did me!

And she thought a single, simple apology would be enough!

What a slap to the face! What a tone deaf, milk toast thing to do!

Smoke began to stream out of the open slides of all the guns inside the room. I felt myself snarl as I pushed my front tendrils forward.

If Celestia thought a single apology was an acceptable currency? Then I'd show her exactly how much it bought her.

"Sombras del diablo! Madre de dios!" one of the less disciplined gunmen shouted as time once more fully gripped my consciousness.

Already a few tendrils started to bite into the nearest goons. They started to thrash as I pulled more of the cloud's mass through the door, pushing more of myself into the charge.

The pajama'd man had finally accomplished his task behind the desk, and had at some point turned back around, a strangely bulkly gun in his hands, pointed directly at me.

"Go to hell demon!" he shouted defiantly, his pointer finger depressing the trigger.

Much to my surprise, this gun wasn't like the others. Instead, a giant fireball erupted from the barrel, washing the whole room in violently dancing yellow and orange light. Despite still being a cloud, and supposedly immune to physical damage, the fire hurt.

The fire hurt a lot.

Memories of falling, burning, through a strange sky flowed across my awareness.

I thrashed through the memory and returned to the moment.

I didn't feel like my abilities were lessened, it was like someone had hooked up a electro stimulation device to my skin and cranked the power up to twelve.

All the pain did was fuel my hatred.

Hatred for this scum of a man. Hatred for what my life had become. Hatred for, at the very least, 20 years of repressed emotions. But most of all, hatred of her.

HOW DARE SHE?!

Was I being unreasonable? Maybe.

But I didn't exactly feel like being reasonable at the moment.

My vengeance for the flame thrower was swift and merciless. My attacking tendrils whipped and lashed, carving through the last of the cartel goons like a scythe through wheat. Soon, the pajama'd man was the only remaining cartel member left in the room.

"You like that?" he made the flame thrower roar again, catching a decent portion of my central mass with the flame. "You like that huh?!"

I would've roared in pain and rage if I had a throat.

The man seemed to notice the dancing shadows amongst his dead followers and swept the flame thrower around, using the force of the weapon to erect protective walls of fire between him and me. I felt a demonic growl rise in what felt like my throat, irked beyond imagination that I was too much of a coward to rush through the flames to finally end this man.

"Back demon!" he exclaimed, sweeping the flames again. "Padre nuestro que estas en los cielos!"

Several bodies and various office equipment had caught on fire by this point. They only smoldered for now, but it would not be long before uncontrolled fire started to crawl up the walls.

"Santificado sea tu Nombre!" the man continued to rant.

Enough of this.

"Venga tu reino! Hagase tu voluntad!"

I took the opportunity to blindside the chanting man as his flamethrower reached the far side of its sweep, granting a small opening where the fire was at its weakest, and the barrel was farthest away.

"En la tierra como en el cielo!" The man continued to cry, already noticing my attack and bringing the flamer around to compensate for his wall's weakness.

Unfortunately for him, his rapid response left more holes in his defense. Far too much to be countered in only a single sweep of the stream of fire.

I took advantage of every. Single. One.

"Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día!" The man kept the flame thrower pointed towards the initial weakness, realizing too late that his defense was already fractured in too many places.

Already the tips of the first tendrils already began to lick at the man's bare feet, leaving only slight slashes more akin to papercuts than lacerations.

"Perdona nuestras ofensas!" The man began to flail, doing his best to swing his fire around to protect him properly and swat away the shadows that were getting too close for comfort.

"Como nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden!" He was beginning to panic as more and more of my tendrils began to rip deeper and deeper into his person, leaving bloody lashes across his body as if he had just crawled through a field of barbwire.

"Y no nos dejes caer en la tentacion!" The man screamed as my tendrils began to caress over his weapon, scratching the paint and beginning to crumple it like a tin can in a vice.

"Y libranos del-" The flamethrower sputtered out, now too damaged to function. I rushed my central mass through were the flames were previously, rearing up in order to better attack the man. "-Mal?"

A black hoof descended, smashing the man's skull in as if it were the rind of a rotten watermelon.

I resolidified on instinct, suddenly needing to breath. The sounds of fleeing goons echoing through the walls of the building.

I gasped for breath as I fully became real again. I took a moment to regain my sense of physical self, overwhelmed with emotion.

Flames began to crackle as the smoldering items fully caught fire.

Already I could hear sirens, although I wasn't entirely sure if they were my imagination or not.

I took a few more steadying breaths, even as the walls themselves began to blacken with soot.

Yet I was alone.

The fight was over.

No one decided to test their luck further against the literal demon in the building.

I had won.

I pulled my hoof out of the former head of this gang with a wet squelch. I let the body fall back to the floor and left him with the fire he had started.

I walked through the house as if in a daze. Unwilling to acknowledge the literal carnage around me.

The carnage I had caused.

I walked past the living room, wholly uninterested in the already cooling bodies.

There were several hallways. These were easier to navigate. If anyone had been inside them, they had wisely fled before I had noticed their presence.

Let them. Let them run. Leave them for the police to catch.

Dinning room. Guest room. Bathroom. Closet. Aha! The kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen with only one thing on my mind.

I rummaged through the cabinets, searching for a very specific place to store things.

I reached up like a giant dog, resting a front hoof on the countertop. I didn't even bother with my magic as I opened one of the higher cabinets.

There they were.

I pulled out the nearest glass bottle, flopping back onto my haunches as I twisted the cap off with my now free hoof.

I raised the bottle to my lips and began to drink greedily.

The words, "Absolute Vodka" glistened in the electric light.