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We kill each other, we kill our brethren, we kill children to stave off death, and all the while tell ourselves its required and justified. So deserving of life. This is who we are. This is what mankind is. This is what I am.
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Something cold and hard fell on his mouth. Alexander looked down and saw the devil cleaning his swollen lip with a massive claw. He couldn't feel it. He saw blood on its hands and smeared on its scales. He saw blood smeared on his hands and on his armor. He knew people would think it was strange but he was too tired to remember why. All he wanted to do was shut his eyes and never open them again. He felt like he could sleep forever. But the thing's bloody eyes held him in place.
The color grew and wrapped around him until it was all he knew.
The world became red and he became red with it.
Then his jaw cracked and fell, and his teeth and throat throbbed, waiting to be employed and filled. Then the devil was beneath him, prone and quivering under his hands, the slick scales making it hard to grip, so he had to dig.
There was blood.
Blue and alien and thick all over his hands and caking under his nails. There was muscle.
Purple and sweltering under his invasion. There were strange unnameable organs and tissue cushioning his forearms as he pushed inside its body. Bone halted his advance so he broke them. They snapped and splintered, and sharp fragments cut into his skin.
The devil beneath his hands screamed, high and piercing, something not human but still in pain and his lips split apart.
The thing's ruined body turned to heavy liquid and shot up to flow over him like a blanket of dark. It was calm and inviting, a million warm fingers gently stroking him everywhere at once. Then there was light all around him, angry and scorching, and it felt like his flesh was being burnt off his bones.
His sword? Pick it up! Pick it up!
Your arm, he thought dismally, it's broken.
“THEN GIVE ME A ONE HANDED WEAPON!” He screamed to it, to everyone – to no one.
You will not kill me. I won't let you. So die. Die die die die die d
“JUST. FUCKING. DIE!"
He screamed.
Kept screaming.
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We kill each other, we kill our brethren, we kill children to stave off death, and all the while tell ourselves its required and justified. So deserving of life. This is who we are. This is what mankind is. This is what I am.
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Something cold and hard fell on his mouth. Alexander looked down and saw the devil cleaning his swollen lip with a massive claw. He couldn't feel it. He saw blood on its hands and smeared on its scales. He saw blood smeared on his hands and on his armor. He knew people would think it was strange but he was too tired to remember why. All he wanted to do was shut his eyes and never open them again. He felt like he could sleep forever. But the thing's bloody eyes held him in place.
The color grew and wrapped around him until it was all he knew.
The world became red and he became red with it.
Then his jaw cracked and fell, and his teeth and throat throbbed, waiting to be employed and filled. Then the devil was beneath him, prone and quivering under his hands, the slick scales making it hard to grip, so he had to dig.
There was blood.
Blue and alien and thick all over his hands and caking under his nails. There was muscle.
Purple and sweltering under his invasion. There were strange unnameable organs and tissue cushioning his forearms as he pushed inside its body. Bone halted his advance so he broke them. They snapped and splintered, and sharp fragments cut into his skin.
The devil beneath his hands screamed, high and piercing, something not human but still in pain and his lips split apart.
The thing's ruined body turned to heavy liquid and shot up to flow over him like a blanket of dark. It was calm and inviting, a million warm fingers gently stroking him everywhere at once. Then there was light all around him, angry and scorching, and it felt like his flesh was being burnt off his bones.
His sword? Pick it up! Pick it up!
Your arm, he thought dismally, it's broken.
“THEN GIVE ME A ONE HANDED WEAPON!” He screamed to it, to everyone – to no one.
You will not kill me. I won't let you. So die. Die die die die die d
“JUST. FUCKING. DIE!"
He screamed.
Kept screaming.