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"What changed?"
Those words still echoed in his mind, raging, as they walked across the corridors of this damp fortress. Changed? He hadn't changed! He still wanted her blood. Her limp body decorated the ground as a symbol of his triumph. His ache. His woes. It was her soul he wanted to watch slip away from her as he dug his blade into her chest. Crushing, ripping. Everything...everything was because of her! She...SHE WHO LEFT HIM! SHE WHO DESTROYED HIS MIND! SHE WHO WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ROTTING CARCASS!
"Are you afraid of clear skies? "
A sudden memory flashed in his mind.
That damn priestess...
"Or do you choose to twist them enough so you could see yourself in it?"
It was a memory he couldn't get out of his mind. Pyke could swear it could be her doing this to him. Everything he saw was always the same. Always the same conversation back on the ship.
Always the same words echoed in his mind...
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As deep hues of blues, pinks, and yellows painted the vast horizon before him, he couldn't help but look at it with hate. It was inviting, and warm. Warm as it shouldn't be.
Pyke grunted as he picked at his harpoon in an agitated manner.
It was always the beautiful things people always bring up.
Yes...it was warm, inviting, beautiful even, this sunset.
And then you trace your eyes across everything disgusting it shines upon. All cruel, greedy, bloody, and devilish things on this earth. Just like water. Every sound that came from each wave passing through...there is beauty, harmony, peace...rhythm. Until there isn't.
And then a fool would be pulled away, charmed, enchanted by it, thinking he could conquer its chaos. And just when he dips, that's when he meets the depths, the darkness, and the ugliness of it all...
Everything in this world is pain.
Everything else is nothing but a glorified illusion to hide the seeping darkness from those too blind to see
"Pyke."
A sudden, deep, and yet powerful voice broke his train of thought. It angered him, deeply.
"I want to speak with you."
Pyke spared her a hatefuI glance before muttering.
"I don't."
The priestesses stepped forward anyway as she gazed at the same horizon as him. Although unlike him, all she saw was hope, beauty, and serenity. For her, warmth existed in this world to comfort and relieve. To soothe.
"Pyke, I have wondered, what led you to hunt, as you do?"
Pyke just grunted, his gaze was strictly fixated on the blade in his hands, glimmering with a dangerous sharpness.
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" SINK WITH ME " (Pyke x Fem. reader)
Romance*ART ON THE COVER NOT BY ME* Betrayal had always been such a bitter word... It came in forms no one could ever expect. Even if such betrayal was nothing more than a misunderstanding, that turned into hate. It was a single act such as this that to...
