Creation & Destruction Insane again?

Starting on the side of one of the few mountian ranges not containing a volcano. He began gathering stones or just simply molding Lava into bricks. He began laying the foundation for his new home. In a place he knew in the future would be sparcely populated. He knew forests would grow at the mountains base. The lake of magma would dwindle away and become a lake of fresh water

Months passed like minutes to Simon. Years ticked by like hours. It took him seven thousand years to complete his task. Once finished he stepped back and looked upon Phoenix Castle for the first time.

The earth was still unlivable. So he moved into his new library and began to write. He wrote down his every memory from his birth to his physical death. He wrote down his memories of his 'death'.

Once finished he began to write down ideas to improve himself in the arcane arts. Then Ideas for his fire abilities. Once finished he had a shelf of books upon the empty shelves of his vast library. Each book in a different colored backing. Only one tablet was scribed upon stone. Its writings today are unreadable. Then once again Simon released his mind to the souls of the dead phoenix's within himself. Letting the Phoenix's take their turns writing and scribing book upon book. His library rapidly containing thousands of books. Then it was as before the spirits crafted Simons book. The book of knowledge. Again once the book was created Simon was given his mind as well as body back. Looking around now the entire first floor of his library stacked full.

Once finished with his work in the library Simon moved into the lowest levels of his castle. Into what is now his treasury. Testing his limits upon himself as well as his castle he began to let loose his magic in volume. Scourching the hardened stones within the room. Summoning beasts from the plane of fire as well as shadow. Even reaching down into hell and summoning demons and lesser demons to do his bidding. His bidding at the time was for them to die at his hands. One by one the beings died. the final demon Simon had raised was from the plane of fire. It was one of his own kind a phoenix.

Simon and this phoenix went toe to toe for days on end. Fighting first with magic untill both had used all of their magical energies. then they went to their weapons. Each taking cuts from the other. untill their arms were to tired to weild their blades. finally they went into their phoenix forms and went at each other wing to wing and claw to claw. Ripping through flesh and spilling blood. The entire castle shook at their fight. Untill the end of the fight came when the castle came tumbling down upon their heads.

It only took a matter of minutes but Simon dug himself from the rubble Half of his face torn away his right arm gone from his body. Half dead he slowly dug out the other phoenix just to find it near death. Quickly Simon finished the phoenix's suffering. Then with his left hand released a barage of magical energy he did not think he had in himself. Killing the phoenix as it was trying to be reborn. Taking the phoenix's soul and powers within himself.

Being as the phoenix was being reborn when Simon took its essence. Simon's own body began to repair itself. His face his arm all of his injuries. When it was done he was not sore nor tired from the fight nor the castle falling upon himself.

Raising his hands both above himself he summoned a maggical attack in a fit of rage. This attack was different Something he never remembered doing before. His hands holding a blast of fire tingling with raw energy. Just holding the blast should have killed Simon right then and there it was beyond even his power to weild. Yet in his anger he did.

Throwing the blast into the blast into the air. Simon took to the sky himself and began to fly. Though the blast hit the ground. The explosion was enough to blind Simon temporearly. Though the concussion of the blast sent Simon flying head over heels untill falling to the ground over a mile from where his castle once sttod. Now nothing but a crater upon the earth.

Standing from the ground. He would look around growling deeply. Before simply falling onto the ground face first unconsious.