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Slouching to their knees as the unknown object left their abdomen, (Y/N) gasped for air as blood spilled out of their mouth and onto the shining golden floor.

Faint screams could be heard, but the injured human couldn't make out what they said or who even talked to them.

The only thing they felt was the overwhelming pain rushing through their shivering body.


Where were they?

What happened?

How did they end up like that??


(Y/N) didn't know. The only thing they could concentrate on was the pain.

They hated it, they always did.

They faintly felt their body fall into someone's arms. They heard someone desperately calling out their name as their blood soaked into the other person's clothing. The pain stopped.

Everything went numb, their tear-covered vision slowly getting darker, setting the bystanders into more panic.

The only thing they felt was something warm at their injured stomach before they fell into the endless abyss.

Sobbing from multiple creatures could be heard echoing through the golden hall.


I̴͓͙͚̪̔̆̆͌ t̷̰̦͉̮̊́̓ͅh̶͈̟̳̙̠̀͒ọ̶̘̥̪̰͑͊û̶̞͙̬̘͆̌ͅg̸͈͎̎̇̅̒h̷̭͚͊̎̓̍̀t̴͙͚̝̝̣̆̇̒̄̀ ẏ̷͖̙̟͋̑̋o҉͍͈̱̏̿͛͋́ͅù̴̥̰͕̮̲̋̄̊ d̴̰͕̰̦́̏͐̏̆ͅì̷̫̙̐d҉̣̥̓͌ń̵̲̣̤͕̬͒͒͌̚'҉͎̰̬̙̣̊̊̎͆̍t̶͎͓̓̓̍ w̵͉̲̙̲̦̐̾͆á̸̠̪̪͔͎̾n̴͍̣͕̣̑̊t̷͎̥͚̀̋͊ t̵͖̤̮̗̖̅̇̓o̴̩͖̪͎̽̆̑ d̴͙̰̍͌i҉̘̱̟̩̣̀̿ŝ̶͈̭̘̠̥͆̃́̑a̵̫̮̿̍͌͒ͅp̶̤͙͐͆̿̾p̶̱̤̳̽̑o҉̪̗͂͌̾ỉ̶̞͈͂̏͆n̴̖̝͇̄̆̔͑t҉̱͓̫̂͛̋͑̂ t҉̯̲̦̳͛̍͒̍ẖ̷̱͓͆͌̿͑͌e̷̜̰̿̑̅͂m҈̞̘̳̇͌ (̴̪̩́̅Y̸̩̱̔̀̃̈/҉̖̗̬̏̍Ň̶̦͈̅̀)̶̭̘̮̓̃̉́̀.̸̷͖͕͖̯̜̭̝́́̂͐̂͌̚̚


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