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Mentions of Gorey scenes, Beheading, Blood etc
It is a headless existence
Mimicking the gods of humans
Like the whispers on the wind From a shakuhachi flute
For, say, the worthless creations Of the gods who do not praise us
"We are masters of our fate and we don't need the gods to aide us!"
People tell the stories only
Of the gods that they believe in
Too late...
As the chaos in the room reached its peak, the clash of destinies was imminent. Hoolay's malevolent laughter echoed through the chamber, a harbinger of the devastation he was about to unleash.
The tension built like a storm cloud on the verge of breaking. Hoolay's eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction as he turned his attention back to Jiaoqiu. With a swift, brutal motion, he drew his blade and slashed across Jiaoqiu's chest. The attack was precise, leaving a deep, bleeding gash that brought a pained cry from Jiaoqiu.
You watched in horror, the sight of Jiaoqiu's suffering cutting through you like a knife. The anguish in your heart was almost unbearable, but Hoolay's cold voice cut through the chaos.
"There is a way to save him," Hoolay said, his gaze shifting to you with a chilling intent. "But it comes with a price."
You looked at him, confusion and fear mingling in your eyes. "What do you want?"
Hoolay's lips curled into a sinister grin as he approached you, the darkness of his intentions clear. He grabbed you by the throat, his grip like iron. "Just like my brother, who you killed, you will die a death of beheading."
The weight of his threat was suffocating. You felt a cold dread seep into your bones as he tightened his grip, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room seemed to spin around you, the edges of your vision blurring.
In your desperation, you turned to Jiaoqiu.
Jiaoqiu's eyes were filled with a mix of pain and sorrow. But before he could respond, you pulled him close, hugging him tightly. The words that escaped your lips were a whispered confession, a final plea for solace amidst the darkness.
"Though our bodies have been lost, in exchange we've found true love," you murmured, your voice barely audible. "Black in color, in a state of half awake and half dreaming..."
