At least she had the decency to open the skull in a rainstorm. I open my mouth to get as many drops as I can.  I savor the liquid. It rushes down my throat. I spit out blood. My body is aching more and more.

"Fear not boy, the gates are right over the mountain. It is the mountain." She points.

"Still, please, don't do this. You'll kill me." I say.

"If I do, your sacrifice will not go in vain." She says without looking at me.

"You have a very warped definition of sacrifice." I hiss.

"Oh? How so?" She asks.

"Sacrifices mean something you have control over. You sacrifice something for the greater good." I say.

"And that's what I am doing Nezha. You still don't get my hatred." She sighs.

"I might not, but I get this is wrong." I say.

"If you don't understand the first half, what makes you think you understand the second?" She asks. 

"I understand you're hurting others, believe me, it happened to me to." I look down.

I've been hated before. I've been called monster, demon child, and lots of other names. I have been hated, but I turned it around. I will not be a demon! I ignite into fire. I break out of the vines. She turns to me. 

"Not again." She charges.

I shoot forward. I have to destroy her. I have to stop her hear and now. I will not let her destroy every human on this earth. My family, my master, will tell her the same. Anger lights my eyes. I slam my fist into her head. I see her mask crack. I watch her slam into the ground in a mass of dust and smoke.