Death. That was all that was left to me now. I was cast adrift in my grief and swallowed whole by my rage. There had never been a creature born of such fury as me, let alone one so powerful and vengeful. The stars would regret gifting me with this power by the time I was done. They wouldn’t whisper my name any longer; they would scream it while I ripped them apart for all they had done to poison what little good I had ever claimed for my own.
I hope she does
