Revenge or Catharsis?

Is the act of revenge the same as gaining of form of catharsis? A way to relieve oneself of pain, anger, emotion towards a target or haunting past? Are they simply connected, like two strands of yarn intertwining? Or.....are they perhaps polar opposite spectrums. A set of spectrums where revenge is merely a stepping stone into petty regrets. Whereas true catharsis is only earned by letting go of the past, by means of doing things in the lighter side of morality. Who's to say? Perhaps both are different as well as the same. Perhaps...there is no wrong perceptive. Perhaps...true catharsis is relief wherever you can find it. Even in the act of revenge. Revenge. Such a simple word. Yet, a word that holds much power behind it. Strong motive. Killer intent. Murderous thinking. All fall under the description that is exacting revenge. All of it combines together easily, forming the highest level of said revenge. And a certain Spirit? An Arcane Alicorn of dark blue and royal like mane? He was focused on that level. His snake like eyes pierced through the landscape in front of him. A landscape of pure Arcane. A world of darkness. A land known as a limbo. A limbo to all that suffer an Arcane death... "Time is almost up for Mama, it seems. Artemis will have to move fast once the portal is activated. Knowing both our wives, they'll be there to assist as well. And sadly....I won't be able to convince them otherwise...." The Spirit seemed to speak to himself, almost out loud, but more in a hushed tone. He seemed to be going over a plan. Perhaps a motive. A motive to save a small village in a forest from being destroyed. One that would've been wiped out days ago, but was only saved by Fortune. Sadly, fortune was running out. The Spirit moved his gaze, shifting it towards a mountain in the distance. Within that Mountain? He could feel the presence. The overwhelming indication that HE was up there. Truly....how special was the Spirit. Being able to stay alive long enough to meet an old face. An ancient face. One that had died eons ago. A face known by one name. And one name alone. The Arcane Lord. The most powerful ruler of all rulers to birth Arcane magic. The one that transformed Arcane into a study. The one that forced Arcane to be as versatile as the world allows it to be. The one.....that killed his family and turned him into what he was today. The one that cursed him into a being of spirit, only to be passed down into the Bloodline of the Arcane Lord. The Arcane Ancestor of Artemis. The one....that will be meeting his end once more.... "There is no stopping your end, Tyrant. Once that village is safe? I'm coming for you. You've escaped me through death, only to be brought to me for a first time reunion by the universe. Your end will be my peace. Your land will be my reward. Your Arcane? It'll be gifted to my Kingly Host...." These were the Spirits departing words, feeling that he had spent enough time in this current world he gazes upon. He'll be back. And when he is back? He's coming for blood. Similar to the blood currently spreading onto the ground as he made his exit. Leaving nothing but the corpse of a so called Guardian behind him.