Call of the void || Percy Jackson
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𝐋'𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 or "Call of the void" is a French phrase used to refer to intellectual thoughts, or the urge to engage in destructive behaviors during everyday life.
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He could just feel it crawling underneath his skin, racking its horrid claws down his spine.
He wanted to rip it out, dig his nails down into his flesh and tear it apart.
He hated it. He hated them.
He's waited, and waited.
He was getting tired.
Its just building up, with every new comer, it built up.
That was it. He wasn't going to wait anymore.
They forced his hand, and he was going to make them regret it.
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