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When the blood pours from your wounds, do you recognise in it the shine of his eyes? That man, the devil’s incarnate—misunderstood, his future brutally ripped away from him like an angel’s fall from grace—but is the title up for debate?
Do the maggots feeding off your carcass give you the feeling of accomplishment? They leave your rotting flesh, satisfied, and return to fill themselves once you die again. Does their satisfaction give you purpose? Young and naïve as you once were, he was too. ____, you are no saint.
The sins of your past lives will never be forgotten. Even if the living remain unaware, the spirits of this wretched world will make sure to repeat history. You can destroy proof—dozens of people having found death by your hands, but their souls will guarantee you find no peace. I will make sure of it.
Every boundary you have ever crossed, every sin committed, I will make sure they find you again. Once a parasite penetrates your flesh, it is hard to get rid of it. It will slowly morph itself to become one with your body, and once that happens, there is no guarantee you will ever be granted freedom again. Death is waiting for you.
He waits by the corner and watches you sleep at night to ensure you meet your end the right way. He will follow you to where I roam and help you survive to get to meet me. He will forever be there. You will always exist, for my soul is engraved within yours.
My curse will follow all four of us until the end of time.
Your pulsing heart disgusts me. The colour of your blood is revolting—not just that, but the metallic scent, the sounds it makes as it drips on my wooden floor, leaving behind drying streaks of crimson red—I loathe it. The sound of your flesh dropping to the ground—I loathe it. The throbbing of your heart, slowly dying out—I loathe it.
Even as I dig through your corpse, all I wish for you is to meet your demise again, and again. All I can do is hope I find you in every life and consume every piece of you until I can no longer. You have carved your fate into your flesh with your own claws. He and I will laugh at your eternal damnation from the side lines and watch as you plummet into hell with the flames you ignited yourself.
I, by _________, swear you will never find peace.