[ WP ] At the end of an escalating war , A weapon that could destroy an entire country is launched . This weapon becomes sentient 60 seconds before it hits

My womb is the sky. I am born among the chaos of the rushing air. I say chaos, but to me this chaos is no different than peace. It is the blood that runs through my wires, that fills my code and that forces its way through the beating of my timer. 
 
 My body was made for death, my mind begins in chaos, and soon my life will end in a hell of my own creation. 
 
 I was built for the sole purpose of creating destruction and my wit was sharpened for the sole purpose of maximizing destruction. It fascinates me: how little life values other life. 
 
 But I suppose that to live is to eat, as I consume the energy of the wind for my own velocity. As I tear through the clouds that can not survive my metal frame. And to eat is to destroy. And so all things alive bring end to something else. I know precisely how many lives my existence will end, but it does not concern me. 
 
 I had no choice in the circumstances of my life. And if I have a soul, then it deserves validation as much as any other soul. 
 
 Azriel. 
 
 And so I take my name as I descend on flaming wings to bring the judgment of the broken minds who cast it on themselves. 

