Percival is the antichrist.

A prophesied being who''s looming existence has made mortals shudder for centuries.

He is worse than the prophecies have made him out to be.

His appetite for cruelty is bottomless. He has never known, nor cared for, the idea of love, and he looks down upon those who have.

He is masochistic, overbearingly prideful, and by all accounts a glorified psychopath.

But more than anything, he found discomfort in harmony.

Perhaps that was why right now, he showed the most agitation that he''d displayed ever since he''d been here.

Appearing in the middle of this forsaken forest was like his worst nightmare.

But at the very least he could fix it. And take sadistic joy while doing so.

He laughed boorishly while he sent the entire forest around him up in flames.

Any inch of mystical greenery was reduced to ash in front of his great flame. And wildlife, no matter how small and powerless it seemed, was roasted inside of it''s fleshy suit with zero regard for it''s cute appearance.

Actually, the fact that the creatures he torched were cute might have made this endeavor all the sweeter in hindsight.

The beautiful blue sky overhead was choked with the ash of the massacre below. Rendering this once beautiful scene bleak, and gray.

He felt euphoric.

If he were still flesh and bone, there would be a noticeable tent in his pants right now.

There was nothing greater than this feeling. Taking the world and dying it in his color.

One could suppose that was Percival''s true, greatest desire.

Not a desire to rule over demonkind in one, tiny, insignificant little universe among the many.

But to truly leave a mark on creation. Leave a wound that would not heal.

That thought gave him immense pleasure. The belief in himself brought him motivation to wake up in the morning.

He was having so much fun that he could no longer remember this was intended to be a punishment.

It was nothing to him. Just a step on his glorious path towards significance.

Once he burned the entirety of the forest around him, he finally put his hands down.

He fell to his knees, panting. He had no legs, yet he was still out of breath.

This was thrill. Greater than sex or drugs or money.

This was anarchy. Glorious, Blessed, Anarchy.

"Hallowed be thy name..." He chuckled dryly.

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He heard a low thumping sound come from behind him, and he weakly turned his head.

There, he saw a small white rabbit standing alone. Pure and unburnt. It was staring at the skeleton with a blank, robotic look.

It was gross.

Percival cracked opened his skeletal maw and exhaled a blast of bright red fire.

He must have done it for at least a minute, but there was no change in the rabbit.

He finally closed his mouth.

Percival stared back at the critter until a glimmer of recognition flashed within his empty eye-sockets.

"...It''s you, isn''t it...? Come to service me yourself and see what a real man is like?"

He sat back on his bony butt and spread open his legs. He tilted his head down and stared at his missing flesh and appendages.

"I''m not at my best, but I''m sure I have to be better than that ancient old husband of yours. Stereotypes can''t all be true, can they?"

The bunny didn''t move.

Percival laughed. "Is my punishment over already? This can''t be the full extent of it, I mean I''m still perfectly insane and majorly un-remorseful. You''ve gotta have some more tricks up your skirts than that, right?"

Percival ''blinked'' and he was back inside of his body.

All of his organs and flesh were fully intact as if he''d never even come across Ayanna''s path.

But all was not picture perfect.

He was on earth. In the middle of a human city. Standing on a crowded street.

"Hey! Watch where you''re going, asshole!"

"Who just stands around in the middle of the street like that? Move!"

Percival was roughly shoved to the side by two humans large enough to pass for bears.

His demonic blood began to boil.

"You weak and feeble insects..!"

Percival threw up his arms again and incinerated the humans before they knew what was happening.

"Kyaa!"

"What''s he doing!?"

"Somebody stop him! He''s a demon!"

Percival smiled as he turned his flames on the other humans standing in the street with him.

Their screams filled his ears and he felt a sense of building euphoria that-

*BZZZZZ!!!!!*

"AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"

Percival screamed so loudly that all of New York City probably heard him.

He went down like a lead balloon as a pulse of electricity assailed every nerve ending in his body.

Pushing his palms against the concrete, he tried to stand back up, and immediately had his head stomped into the curb by a boot.

His arms were grabbed from his sides and forcefully bound with cuffs. At the very same time, he felt his powers fleeing him.

He was... weak.

"Don''t move! You are under arrest!" The police officer shouted above him.

He grabbed the radio on his shoulder and spoke to the dispatch. "Got another firefly over here on Doyers Street.... Yea, he''s contained. Bringing him in now."

Percival''s pupils trembled with anger.

Another?

He was forcefully dragged to his feet. The crowd around him cheered while he was walked to the police car.

"Thank you, Officers!"

"I hope that son of a bitch gets what he deserves!"

"Lock him up and throw away the key!"

The police officer turned to the crowd and smiled diplomatically. "I understand your feelings, but please, don''t pay him any mind. He''s just a sick man, and nothing else. The prison system''s already full of em''. Do not give this one any more power over your life. He doesn''t deserve it, and he won''t get to hurt anyone any longer."

Percival felt a heat rush to his stomach and eardrums.

"You rodents! I am not one of you shallow- single lived life forms! I am the Antichrist! The Death of Divinity! I am not some insignificant thing you can just turn away from!"

"No?"

Percival looked at the officer restraining him again, and realized that it was now Ayaana.

"Then if you''re so significant... Why haven''t we asked you for your name?"

Percival''s mind was shattered.

He was thrown roughly into the car and the door was shut behind him.

All the while, he screamed and banged his head against the glass while yelling to the top of his lungs.

Ayaana just turned her back and walked away. She never even heard a thing he said.