that weight in my heart is never gonna go away. it's why i hate everything. every living, breathing thing just rubs me the wrong way. so why not destroy it all? why not destroy everything?
i’ll tell you why i spit on your forgiveness, i’ll tell you why i loathe your redemption. to reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be beneath you— and i am beneath nobody.
The platform upon which she stood soon betrayed its frailty, its edges splintering as the scant space that sustained it diminished with each passing moment.
From the shadowed depths below, there rose a low and grievous groan, and in sudden violence —
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⠀⠀Why , you . . .
⠀⠀You know what I hate ?
⠀⠀Things like you , who
⠀⠀act all high and mighty .
⠀⠀It makes me SICK .
⠀⠀[ She backed away ,
⠀⠀gripping into her weapon
⠀⠀like her life depended
⠀⠀on it . ]
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Delicate form, until she hung as a marionette to his design.
` You are most unfortunate. It pleases me, upon the occasion of my long-awaited freedom, to indulge myself in some small diversion. I find myself. . . out of practice. `
. . .
It closed in, swallowing his form, only for him to emerge again behind her; his visage lowered, near her shoulder. ` Amusing. You think you have power here, don't you? 𝘔𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, I have a surprise for you. `
The faintest suggestion of claws might be perceived, their subtle motion betrayed only by the lingering impressions they left behind — afterimages that fractured into motes and vanished as swiftly as they appeared.
. . .
Remained; the creature had been utterly consumed by the encircling void.
Thereafter came the sound of footsteps, wavering in and out of hearing, as though muffled by the darkness that gathered about him.
. . .
Veins of black crept softly through the brighter hues of the world, dimming them beneath a mournful pall, until the very fabric seemed to unravel and drift skyward in scattered fragments.
. . .
It struggled against the bounds of existence itself.
The centipede, however, was not spared. Slender threads of white descended from the inky firmament; one coiled about the creature and tore it from her grasp.
. . .