The Devil's hour is when shit really goes downĪt least, I'm getting a free lunch now. I will shatter his false godhood to repair and humble his wretched spirit.Īs cliche as this may sound. My smile stays bright as I yearn to return the pain and suffering I endured and consume everything that was taken from me. Why did that demon let me live through this pain? Over time, weeping turned to hysterical laughter. I learned to fear the one thing greater than death. He took everything from me.Īs I felt myself being helplessly encompassed by a dark mass. I still don't know what he said, but his words made me feel sick and stuck with me like a virus. Once I was eventually cornered, he began to chant.
I felt truly alone as the world deteriorated and bled. The air became harder to breath in, dread overwhelmed my spirit. My stomach was in knots and I felt cold, despite the feeling of ash landing on me.
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