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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

a moment of solace

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( warning : this chapter contains themes of violence, assault and major injury along with other potential triggering factors )

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 was feeling an overwhelming rage prick at the skin of my very being — tearing into my veins and consuming my bloodstream. All coherent thoughts were quick to flee the remains of my mind; replaced with a dire urge to kill the man who had tormented me for years on end. This urge could not be satisfied until such task had been carried out.

I no longer feared getting hurt if it meant that his hollow body could crumple at my feet. I was no longer terrified to face him in combat, despite the fact that I could have potentially had my life stripped of me — grasped in his very hands.

I didn't want to see that glimpse of victory light up on his face.

I didn't want to see the subtle curl of his lip upon realising that he had indeed won once and for all.

I didn't want for him to be the last thing my eyes lay themselves upon until my vision faltered.

I knew very well that if I were to challenge him with my raw strength alone, I'd be setting myself up to be completely and utterly at his disposal.

However... With the gnosis slotted between my fingers?

I can't say that I had thought through such a situation.

I felt as if I was no longer in control of my body. The familiar sensation of being tugged around like a puppet on strings enveloped my entire being. I had (somehow) successfully managed to chanel the gnosis' power through me. All of my senses had heightened, and I felt as if what little humanity I had left in me had dissolved into an abyss of nothingness.

Despite this, I knew that he would still press on.

Attack after attack violently lashed against my body, yet not once did I buck to my knees. My weapon remained by my side as I patiently waited for an opening.

I allowed for this newfound power to control me entirely, for I knew very well that he was not a force to be reckoned with.

I couldn't stop myself.

I tore into his skin as if it were paper.

I sliced his limbs without a hint of guilt.

I yelled the words I had wanted to scream at him for the longest time now.

I would not falter.

It was only when his bloodied body collapsed by my feet that I came back to my senses. Though, I can't say that I felt any remorse with regards to the situation. If anything...