Vengeance.
A force as ancient as time itself, a pestilence that feeds on the soul, decaying the very essence of one’s being.
It is a disease, a blight that spreads, consuming the heart and mind, leaving nothing but a hollow shell in its wake.
It is a force that many succumb to, a force that I understand all too well. For vengeance is in my domain, a form of pestilence and decay that I have seen bring the mightiest to their knees.
Once ensnared in a web of vengeance, a person’s vision clouds, their judgement becomes impaired.
They become prisoners, shackled by their own desires for retribution, blind to the world around them.
One such prisoner comes to mind.
Jinx.
A young woman with unparalleled hacking abilities, turning everything into a game for her amusement.
But beneath that playful exterior lies a heart consumed by vengeance, a heart seeking retribution for a brother lost. But in her quest for vengeance, she fails to see the bigger picture, the true nature of the game she’s playing.
Jinx, I see beyond your arrogance, your belief that you can outwit and outplay any opponent.
Because in your pursuit of vengeance, you’ve become ensnared in a game that you’ve already lost.
You see, Vengeance isn’t a game at all. It’s a force, a pestilence that consumes from within.
As you chase after shadows, seeking retribution for dear Thomas, you fail to see the true enemy.
Yourself.
Your desire for vengeance has made you predictable. You think you’re in control, but as you dance to the tune of retribution, you fail to see the strings that are pulling you, guiding you towards your inevitable downfall.
For in my world, vengeance is a weakness, a flaw that can be exploited.
And as you seek to avenge your brother’s death, you become more and more consumed by the very force you seek to wield. Your vision narrows, your judgment clouds, and you become blind to the true nature of the world around you.
But I see all, Jinx.
I see the path you’re on, the choices you’ve made, and the inevitable end that awaits you.
In your quest for vengeance, you’ve become a prisoner, shackled by your own desires, unable to see the bigger picture.
For in your heart, vengeance has taken root, rotting you from inside.
So please, continue to play your games, continue to cover your decay with gold. But know this – in the end, it will be your own need for vengeance that will be your undoing.
Jinx, in your blind pursuit of vengeance, you’ve become the very error you claim to be. A glitch in the vast system of life, easily rectified, easily forgotten.
Yet fatal only to yourself.
While you chase phantoms of the past, I stand as the eternal present, the embodiment of pestilence and decay.
Remember this, little hacker: while you may manipulate codes and systems, I am the force that breaks them.
In the grand game of existence, you’re but a fleeting anomaly, and I?
I am the inevitable end.