"She's the daughter of hell herself!" I said, for those were my actual cries as it has been ten hours since I am hiding to the fleet that I am in and I have just come and realized that the other troop was struck by Hemonaris.
"My family, they're gone too?" I asked the news device as she reported everyone on board dying to Hemonaris' Gamma rays.
I don't know what to feel... Feeling isn't even a word anymore to my ears. What does it feels like when every single day, suffering always awaits. Reality doesn't even matter anymore as if it were just a glimpse of the past.
Pain isn't even an emotion anymore, but a common dread and thread within my head. I do not even grasp the universe as the living world, I see it as dream, not quite, a nightmare of hellscape.
She chose them over me.
"Hemonaris chose them over my hopeless living soul."
To live is to exist, they say. But what if there was no reason to exist. An existence of bliss, an existence full of mercy begging to a God that isn't even talking.
Hemonaris is a God of the underworld. She is the devil who brought mercy and death.
"Death to the mass..."
If that was true then why did our fleet survived, was it because she saw my dread and tremble, or was it just a common misconception, only she could tell... A living God.
As much as I want to end this fleet, it took a hundred years to operate and maneuver it. I wouldn't want to be a nuisance to the others. I just want my death to be so sure.
I am deeply sorry my troops.
- Log 778 -
- Sangui Veta -
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Hemonaris - Plague of a Blood Star
Ficção CientíficaA diary of a worker whose navigating through a living planet.
