*I climb up the building, and sit on the edge of the roof, laughing, watching the buildings burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red.* "For am I not? The beginning, and the end? The first, and last, of the subjects, created to deliver this world from itself." *I lay down, twirling a match in my fingers.* "The great conflagration, the cleansing fire, shall spread, and cleanse this world of the damned."