CORVUS - ENVY

A man, envious to every extreme. Tired of the falsities of it all, the fake smiles of faker people. What do they deserve that he doesn't? What did they do, that he cannot? Day in and day out, a financial broker for Scaledome, managing the lives of people who are more successful than him. As they languish in a splendor they did nothing to earn, waste with all the thought of looking upwards to know of the days weather. They are a rot upon this earth.

He walks among a forest, and dreams not of the day he will overtake them- No, only of the day he will drag them from their ivory towers filled with empty gilded dreams, tear them from the sky filled heavens to his level among the deep and ruined cracks of the earth to join him in his court of one. He smiles, the thought doing better to comfort him in the quiet of the places humanity has yet to get their hands on. This thought will tide him through another week, another month, another year of watching the world scrape him off its cloven heel.

GALATEA - THE MIRROR

A man, wrought in his burning, choking envy. He stares out at the faces of what are to be his co-workers, his higher ups, his lessers, and he can only sneer in disgust, a wretched and aching contempt.

It's only when he bends over the sink, puts ice blue eyes to the foggy, scatched mirror, that he sees his understanding. The only person who will ever understand every broken and worthless facet of his soul. That face, that being, sneers right back at him. Eyes glittering with an amused tilt of their head, a sibilant hiss. "They know not of what walks among them. Filthy decrepit rot, they ruin all that they touch. We can fix that. We can fix them. What is theirs is ours, Corvus. We will be the pox on their vile, pilfered lands."

They laugh, a grating, jeering mockery unclear in exactly what- who- its making fun of for entertainment. The hate burns as heavy as the envy does, for this, for them, for the injustice of it all. It burns.