A really really short writing (160 words). Written: February 23, 2021.
Prompt:
"I thought gods don't die."
"Then someone lied."
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Monster.
Villain.
Tyrant.
They're all names that have an evil connotation.
So he asked himself, was he evil?
He had become exactly what they thought he was, what they wanted him to be.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that he was the person in the right. Was he?
Monsters. Villains. Tyrants.
They all deserved to die.
So did he deserve to die?
If he ran. If he disappeared, away from Pandora's Vault.
He would die.
So should he die? He can't Die in his little black box.
But is it better to die than to live, slowly going mad?
He wanted to die.
So with the last of his Admin powers.
He teleported himself out.
And like expected, alarms blared out to the smp.
They all knew that he was out.
They all thought that he needed to die.
So with a broken smile and dead heart,
He died.
His friend asked, the warm one, "I thought gods can't die." Cheeks stained with tears and heart torn to shreds, he held bitterly onto the sword that stabbed his once-friend's chest.
"Then someone lied."
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