Twenty-Four

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Soon I will be home. I have spent too long away from the fire. I have spent to long here. I need to go home. Master is not patient. He will not be too kind to me if I'm late. I find the Nematon. I feel it and the rings glow. I move my hand up to my mouth. I bite down on it, hard. There's little pain. The blood drips onto the rings and a fire erupts.

"Master..." I say.

I walk in through the fire. Home... Hell. I breathe in the air it's as thick as smoke. It rains ash for an eternity. I feel the white dirt made from people's bones. Skeletons made up the rocks and skulls made up the stones. My ears flood with screaming. I see souls being whipped and being tortured. I walk over the white dirt. The pools of water were red, perhaps it is because there was so much blood. Everything here is either white, black or red.

I walk up the black steps to his castle. I see demons around. Women with horns and tails. When they see me, they bow. Some run. Most bow. The air smells more like fire. Blood flows down the mountain like a river. I step up. My lord was waiting for me. I come to my knees.

"Erok empa." I say.

(My lord.)

He walks over. He lifts my head up with his claws. He wears a crown made of many horns. He's the king of this land. 

"Akai." He says

(Rise)

I stand up. He moves his hands around me. He lifts my head up.

"Kako ampar empa." He whispers.

(Come grace your master.) 

He presses his lips into mine. I feel his claws digging into my skin. 

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