An Open Letter to Betrayal

All I can ask, is why? Why destroy the steel bond of trust between two innocents? Why murder the seeds of love and decimate human connections? Why shatter the fragile purity of memories, crush the shards underfoot with gleeful malice? What are you? Pain? Suffering? Hate? Perhaps purgatory. For who else can shake the very foundation of human nature? Who else can manipulate and motivate while simultaneously decapacitating joy? Who else can serve both poison and cure with a single hand? Who else can embody the shell of an angel and soul of a devil, bring promise and malicious hope after wounding a heart beyond repair?

You were spawned from the moment Satan defied God. The unfortunate result of Pandora opening her box of maladies. The reason Ra was banished and Osiris reduced to be nothing but a mere shadow. You contaminate minds. The pain you impose is a thousand cuts slowly bleeding out the souls of those who cared the most. You are the bane of the rest of humanity.

You feel nothing, care about nothing but your ceaseless hunger as you feed off the suffering of others. You are a parasite, leeching all that’s good from the world and leaving behind a barren landscape void of life. You create an abyss of chaos, the turmoil shoving your victims down a dark path they never fathomed they would find themselves upon...

So is it not fitting that the very people you ensnare in your grasp... resist? Are we not entitled to exact revenge on you, the one who wronged each and every one of us, the children of the Earth upon whom you have enacted various degrees of injustice?

Maybe it is us who should strive to be better, to forgive your sins and forget. But we both know that is not possible. The only way for humanity to cope with the ever-festering torment you engender is giving you a feel for what it is like. And don’t you deserve it? To feel a mere fraction of the pain you have caused? To be betrayed yourself by those you believe to control?

You made Hell on Earth. Now we won’t hesitate to bring it back to you. I wonder... how will it feel to have the blade buried to the hilt in your back for a change? What I can tell you with certainty though, is this: I will relish every second you agonize. And you, Betrayal, you’re running out of places to hide. We are coming for you.