He sat and stared at the wreckage before him that was the city and a powerful feeling swept through him.
He could do this, he was that powerful.
A sadistic smile split his lips and a laugh bubbled up his throat. Soon he was hurled over himself, his eyes wide and watering as his laughter shook him completely.
He felt so good.
As his laughter died, he stood up and wiped a few stray tears before straightening his suit. A proper gentleman must always look his best after all.
His grin still plastered on his face he admired his work before tipping his hat to once was and walking away from his masterpiece