The thunder crashed in the dark night on the annaversary of the horrible deed. The minister walked down into the celar to go pray. While doing the prayers, he weeped his heart out. No congregation to lift the pain of his heartache. Later he would do the customary incantations. Has it really been four thousand years, he asked himself. It seems like mere seconds ago. He can still rember the cries of pain coming from his sister as the uncontrolable flames ingulfed her. Burning his sister to the ground. He slammed his fist on the table in blind furry. His eyes grew slitted and red. his vision darkened, and his thought fogged. He no longer rembered what he was doing. All that he knew was he was mad, and someone would taste the wrath of his hatred...
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It sounds like the Minister guy is going to kill someone...awesome!
Let me know when you're done, I'd like to read it.