It should not have come as such a shock—but the world is a land of monsters, barely hidden beneath the masks of the human visage. It should not have born so much pain—but a land of lawless, godless creatures knows no mercy for the pure, flawless things so fragile and rare. It should not have left such a wound—but the wild beasts never stop scratching, clawing, ripping at the barely-sealed scar, for naught, save the delight to view crimson rivulets of memory running between mountain ranges of mottled skin.
To forget would be a blessing. To die would be the greatest gift. Cursed he knew he was, forsaken by his gods to dwell the rest of his days drowning in immeasurable sorrow. It was a cruel, cruel punishment. Nor was there another more perfect in design—a lifetime in fear of beauty, a lifetime of hatred, a lifetime of grief—for it too had been His retribution.
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And on the Godless Earth We Bleed
FanfictionCursed he knew he was, forsaken by his gods to dwell the rest of his days drowning in immeasurable sorrow. It was a cruel, cruel punishment. Nor was there another more perfect in design—a lifetime in fear of beauty, a lifetime of hatred, a lifetime...
