Burning Spice Cookie will feel a piece of boredom in his guts. He destroyed a city today, and for some reason, he doesn't feel happy to watch it crumble. Watching the buildings collapsing together while the cookies scream in fear like dead ghosts. “Heh, a city crumbling, how can a pathetic city be this easy to destroy?” He’d said in a low voice, almost not feeling so happy. Nutmeg Tiger noticed his unhappiness and trotted over to him. “Lord of Destruction, are you alright?” Nutmeg Tiger whispers in concern. She’s Burning Spice’s most loyal supporter, but not enough. “You don’t seem that satisfied with the crumbling city.” Burning Spice will stay in his throne and shoot her a fearful glare. “A-Alright, Burning Spice, I’ll leave you alone,” She’d said in a low tone. “Ever since Golden Cheese Cookie has defeated me, no opponent has been worthy in my eyes.” He’d roar in his mind. Suddenly, a butterfly was sparkling from the tip of their wings. It wasn’t fiery and fluffy; it was a different color. It has black at the bottom of its petals, with a faded dark purple at the tip of the top. It has white spots that glow. It was sparkling with a whisper in their voice, “Love Love Kill Kill,” the butterfly whisper in an echoey voice. The Dark butterfly will fly away as Burning Spice tried to crush it to pieces with his mighty axe, but he had missed his swing. Stupid butterfly! He thought as his time was wasted by a dumb butterfly roaming about. But…I can’t help but wonder…why did it mean ‘Love, Love and Kill, Kill?’ Whatever it means, it means nothing to me! Everything just crumbles in the end. Burning Spice Cookie heaved himself and watched as Nutmeg Tiger Cookie walked out of the orange, fiery throne room. Those stupid…’ Ancients don't deserve those Soul Jams they stole from us! And we’ll make sure of that! Burning Spice thought about the butterfly as the butterfly hovered over him like a bee. He’d tried to destroy it, but the butterfly would whisper, “Follow me to the snowy palace.” The butterfly whispers into his ear. Burning Spice thought about it as the butterfly would lie on his windowsill. “If I go to this ‘Snowy Palace’, then I should find my opponent worthy enough to fight!” He’d roar in determination. He’d walked over the Nutmeg Tiger. “Nutmeg, I trust you to watch over this kingdom when I’m gone, do you understand?” He’d growled seriously. “Yes, Your Royal Spice. Where are you going by any chance?” Burning Spice will sigh in a fearless tone. “I’m going to the Snowy Palace.”
I put more effort into this than my Ac Lit test, holy sigma
