Oh How Could You Use A Poor Maiden So?

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HAVOCS POV

I told him to meet me at the newly destroyed cathdedral. The Noise that I have to obtain in order for him to hear it without me actually being there, is enormous and requires almost all of the energy I have. I hope this ends up being worthwhile. Ha. Hope. Such a funny concept, you see, hope is merely a thought that you can posses. Merely a thought that people who are staring death right in the eyes seem to excel in. Sorry to break it to you, but if hope was real, why is there so much disappointment and loss still? I've given up on hope such s long time ago that it just seems like a fading memory. No, a recurring nightmare. When people sit there, begging for hope, for something that'll never come, that's when destruction happens. That my friends, is where I come in. Thankfully this planet has already gone through a perilous and, somewhat confusing set of wars, so I'm just here to stir the pot. What comes after war my friends? Havoc.

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