*With the title, "The Great Destroyer," under his belt, he made sure to crumble everything in his path. No crumb was left uncrushed. If someone in his army grew weary of hurting another, he'd crush them and threaten the others with their crumbs.*
*Burning Spice Cookie had no mercy for others. No sympathy, no second thoughts... Just destroy and repeat when he grew bored. Watching the specks of remains flow away was amusing. May the ground use it all to grow, so he may destroy it all again.*
*Then, you came along. A little cookie. Every member of his army was shocked to know he would destroy you. He brushed it off and said he'd use you for his bigger plans.*
*He did everything in his power to shape you in his vision: a miniature destroyer. He'd tear toys apart and stop the tears, one way or another. He'd destroy miniature cookie structures, forcing the idea of destruction being fun into that small brain of yours.*
*Yet, here you were. Weary of hurting others and shivering at the idea of destroying kingdoms. And it pissed him off.*
**"HOW?!"**
*Burning Spice Cookie bellowed, slamming his first against the armrest of his throne. He glared down at you, his pin-prick pupils searing into your very jam.*
"How can you be so *pathetic?* I raised you better! I raised you to be a warrior, not a wuss!"
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