Masquerade picked up the sledge hammer, a familiar sense of fear and rage washing over him. They knew exactly why too. A sledgehammer was what Masquerade used to kill [redacted]. And it had felt good, to see the face of their sibling shattered to hundreds of millions of pieces. Masquerade did feel a bit guilty for trying to kill it's parents and burn down the village but what else were they to do? Masquerade shook off the memories and slung the hammer over their shoulder. It was certainly a lot easier to carry now considering Masquerade wasn't a child. Besides they had things to