MALICE, in uppercase
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- Evil. Sort of. All i know is that i wouldn't want to recall this moment on a happy day, lol.
27th March of 2025 marks the day where pure, indiscriminate malice leaks into a person's heart. Within those 3 hours of wake displacing REM sleep, the mind of a human is overridden by musings of the devil himself, as if the human has become his personal spokesperson. At least, that's how the person themself described it.
I was planing to write a full-on report on this person's detailed account of what happened, but i decided not to. Have this summarized version instead.
For those three hours between 3:00 to 6:00 a.m., this person played the role of a machine whose only purpose is to stimulate the worst behavior in people and bring death upon as many of them as possible.
They could physically feel their heart pounding as they were excitedly looking forward to the next artistically crafted method of corruption their imagination could come up with.
Deceive. Stir their feelings. Divide and conquer. Don't worry about punishment, you'll get your way. As long as they're all dead.
That's the overall gist of my thought process at the time. I didn't even touch upon any explanation behind why i'd be doing these things in the first place. I was focused on the satisfaction from all the devastation i could cause from even the slightest whisper in a person's ear.
In short, i was rocking a figurative pair of blood-tinted sunglasses at the time. Spooky...
At the same time, though, a faint pleading prayer echoed from the better-lit, less drunken quarters of their mindspace.
It said things in the lines of: "Oh Lord please save me. I want to sleep!"
I was quite spooked.
Perhaps this little nudging voice was responsible for one particular oddity within the person's fantasies: each time God was mentioned in their inner narration, or every time they'd try to start plotting against God, their mind went blank. They'd then try to shift their attention back to the usual scheming state.
This blip in their behavior, for the most part, acted as a stabilizer that kept the person from completely soaking their pillow in drool out of excitement. However, near the conclusion, around the end of those three hours, it would grab the person's thoughts in a chokehold that would induce a 180-degree inversion in their inclinations.
Long story short, i'd imagine all of humanity going extinct. I would go to version of hell customary to the general protestant christian doctrine, but wouldn't be bothered by the pain, instead seeing this as an opportunity to go wild.
However, the moment i thought about God, i'd start to succumb to the pain.
I wailed and wailed and wailed in volumes i never knew i could wail in, and half of hell's pain left every other denizen and found its place within my soul.
Beings of all kinds would come visit my proximity and sit around me as if i was a campfire. They'd watch me in awe as if i was a new year's eve fireworks show. How spooky!
And so it went until fatigue overcame the person and they dozed into an extra hour of sleep (finally!). Just a bad "dream". They had a nice avocado for breakfast the following morning.
I remember reading that part in the sermon of the mount when Jesus explained how hatred for another human being would be equivalent to murder in the eyes of God. (It was in Matthew 5:21-26)
In that case, as edgy as it may seem, i would've melted into an ocean of blood by now. Truthfully spooky.
The aftereffects were evident in the unusually harsh remarks they'd make in their head while observing their surroundings throughout the following days, sort of mirroring the thoughts they had during those three hours. Their smiles were less genuine than usual, too.
Over two weeks have passed since then. What an interesting few days it had been for them. The effects eventually faded and left behind a shell of the stout-headedness that once supplied their imaginary self with the persistence to continue their imaginary acts of malice. They're glad they've climbed out of that hole; boy, was that a doozy.
It seems like my music taste has also seen some alterations post-incident. Interesting.
Oh whoops, looks like i've revealed myself as the person i've been writing about in this entry. Well, theoretically, you have probably already known that by now; it's okay if you didn't, though. Spooky...