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NightA scream breaks the stillness of the night.
Another scream. It grows louder, and closer.
Maybe it was a bad idea to have sold that one.
Hemera, was it?
It doesn’t matter anyway.
Nothing will happen, nothing will come after me, and I will be fine.
She keeps moving.
And an illuminated figure approaches her.
"He….me….ra…." the figure breathes, voice edgy.
"What do you-"
Nyx… She recognises the name from her scrolls.
What was her name again? That other daemon…
Nyx repeats herself, staring intently.
And all is black.
Telling the DeadYou stand, alive.
You stand, above the sea of dead.
You stand, in the waning sunlight, and the collective gaze of the corpses shift towards you.
They tease, they mock, and they know.
They know what stains your hands. They know what mercy you lack.
They know how inhuman you are.
And how equally human you seem to be.
And do, pray tell, how many have been lost for your cause, how many gallons of blood have washed upon the shores of your holy kingdom, and just how many you’ve bended, beaten, broken to your godforsaken whims?
Do, do tell.
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