Inferno

All his life he had wanted revenge, now he had the means and the will to take it.

A woman, hysteria showing plainly on her plump, sweating face, took hold of his shoulders and shook him roughly, "do something, why are you just standing there, get some help you idiot". Simon stared into her eyes, the energy of his anger flashing in his own eyes, the woman saw it, and she stumbled and fell backwards, fear replacing the look of hysteria on her face. She gasped, the only sound that she was capable of making. Her face began to turn red, sweat flowed freely from her brow, but Simon wanted to try something different, he wanted to test the limits of his power. He concentrated and the woman began to cool down, but her limbs were frozen, she could neither move nor speak, people near by tried to help her, they called out to her and slapped her face, but nothing, absolutely nothing worked. Simon wanted her to die slowly, to feel his flames slowly roasting her alive. The world around the two of them seemed to freeze, people stopped in mid stride, time stopped for everyone except Simon and his victim. He could feel the power flowing into him, expanding his capacity for destruction, the power seemed to come from the hatred that flowed through the earth like blood through veins. The woman, through a massive force of will, managed to issues a feeble moan; it reminded Simon that he had a job to do.

He concentrated on her left breast, picturing it burning and crisping, the fat turning to liquid and flow down the left side of her body, and as he imagined it, so it began to happen. As he worked on her, he allowed her to speak, but the only sound she could make, as he burnt her vagina, legs, eyes, ears and the rest of her body parts, was a piercing scream.

After an hour he finally let the woman die, she had been unrecognisable as a woman and a person.

When he let the world begin to flow again, people were panic stricken, running in circles, not getting very much done.

Power, Simon wanted the power of God, to create and destroy life indiscriminately, to rule the earth with a sword of fire. His mind shifted again, but this time it caused him pain, he collapsed to the floor, clutching at his head, Simon felt as if white hot sparks were being driven into his eyes and ears. Despite the pain Simon could see the truth of what he was becoming, he knew that it was his destiny to rule the earth with fear and death; he was the anti-Christ, the son of the devil born on earth to prepare it for his coming.

As the pain subsided, Simon stood up and looked around; people were running in circles, screaming in terror of the unknown. Well Simon would make the unknown known, but firstly he needed to gain his power base. He walked out of the building, and just before he left it behind forever, he decided that the people in there should all be punished for how they had treated him.