A pathway opens, a stairway of mortal bones leads the way. To betrayal, to selfishness, to greed. Step by step sauntering slowly, but gracefully. Proud to be the chosen one. Inbound to this deed, trapped in this body, a willowy and elegant physique. I chose this one for its excellence. Prolonged locks of fire, dancing freely as my soul. Crimson, sharp against this pale skin, capturing glances.

You do not think it is attractive? Fire is captivating, is it not? Mesmerizing in your eyes, controlling your spirit. One of the most dominant elements, but which isn’t? The inferno produces heat, dancing fervently in your eyes, laughing at the weaklings you call humans.

Water, another necessity. That in which refreshes your mind, and in this form, your body. Vigorous enough to devour mortals whole, thrashing them to a desist. Rain, the purifier; stand beneath and let the tears cleanse your grievances away. Let it become you, your essence, the earth’s blood and my own.

My eyes in this body remind me of your earth. The earth gave life and harbors all elements. The skin of the earth, is the soil. Her hands are the trees you climb, and her hair the grass in the wind. You should have tried this sometime, unfortunately for you, you have run out of time. You should have laid on in the soil, letting yourself seep into your earth’s pours. She is your mother, but you ignored her. That is why you are on this path.

Your breath, you have run out of that, too. On a cold night breathing your energy, could you not see your life hanging in the air, lost in time? How could you live without stopping to feel the powerful blast of air evoke your energy? Entering your flesh, fabricating your lips to curve to the stars; blowing your hair like a boat on the ocean, lost in the waves.

Do you know why we punish you? Do not pretend you don’t. I know as well as others you do not enjoy the simple things. You ruin the air with the fog you create. You soil the water with your litter. You defy the earth, your mother, by poisoning her life force? You devour trees and flowers with not even a glance. You jest with fire, as if you control it.

You do not deserve it. Follow me hither, down the stairway of your demise. You see my beauty in this form. Beauty you call it. You did not think it was beautiful in life. You see, my hair is fire, my skin air, my eyes earth, and my blood water. My curves of my bare flesh show the moutians nad vallies of your earth. My mind, a mighty thing, most substantial of all elements, is the soul.

You promenade now on your ansestors bones, a path leading to Hell. They would cringe if the knew you now. A disgrace to your family. Follow me to the end, to the emptiness. The others go to the stars, those who can see an equalibrium. Not you, no, not you, you earned this. Here you are standing on your blood. Blood, let me show you. You see this incision, the crawling down this body. Do you? You will bath in this vital fluid of life, knowing you can never have it again. You will see the repulsive entities you have inquired for. Blood spallterd against the walls, some of your own. Bones of those you once knew, you can never again see. They detest you, you know that, they hate you for what you have done.

Indeed, sir, follow me down these steps to your everlasting curse. Meet your doom and follow your family. Follow your blood. I will follow my path to the stars. You, follow your path to pay back.