11-23-2020, 12:58 AM
CrownS
He watches her fold in on herself and then crumble to the ground. There is not even a flicker of movement across his face as she foams at the mouth, and then goes quite still. It doesn’t feel any different than his other games and he is disappointed by this. Of course, he didn’t know what to expect when he took his first life. Maybe it is a detached sort of intrigue because he knows he will bring her back at some point. He hums softly in thought.
There is some surprise, at last, at how quickly her body begins to cool without a heart to warm it. Crowns lets a thread of his magic tie itself to her core and then he tugs.
But it does not give. The door to death holds fast against him.
His brow furrows and he pulls harder to bring her back as a panic settles in. Death keeps her by the throat and seems to tighten its grip, and so he pours more of his strength into her heart. He tugs and he struggles until the ancient serpent uncoils itself and sinks its teeth into the precious light of her soul. It coils tight around her and then it rips her loose with such force that Crowns tumbles backward.
A thick sweat has broken out across his body and it is night. How long had he been fighting to bring her back? His chest heaves for breath and he looks to her, wide-eyed and fearful for the first time, perhaps, ever.
And he is unbearably tired, he notices.
"We almost learned a very hard lesson," he says with an exhausted sort of laugh.
There is some surprise, at last, at how quickly her body begins to cool without a heart to warm it. Crowns lets a thread of his magic tie itself to her core and then he tugs.
But it does not give. The door to death holds fast against him.
His brow furrows and he pulls harder to bring her back as a panic settles in. Death keeps her by the throat and seems to tighten its grip, and so he pours more of his strength into her heart. He tugs and he struggles until the ancient serpent uncoils itself and sinks its teeth into the precious light of her soul. It coils tight around her and then it rips her loose with such force that Crowns tumbles backward.
A thick sweat has broken out across his body and it is night. How long had he been fighting to bring her back? His chest heaves for breath and he looks to her, wide-eyed and fearful for the first time, perhaps, ever.
And he is unbearably tired, he notices.
"We almost learned a very hard lesson," he says with an exhausted sort of laugh.
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.