>Entry #7: Sympathy for the Devil.

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Searing pain tore through flesh and mind. Baptism by flame. Consumed by nothing, yet a thousand teeth could be felt tearing at his limbs.

And then

Nothing.

He could feel nothing.

No body.

Barely a mind.

No thought.

Existence?

Was this feeling… Existence?

Or was it the opposite?

Was this… death?

Death…

This cold, empty peace… It had to be… It must be…

Death.

A weak thought formed from a consciousness in a critical state of free falling.

Good. Good… At least… I tried… I had to try… This was the right thing… Wasn’t it? I… I did… the right…

Pink, furious lights lit up before him. Staring with an alien sense of malice. Wide, burning, enraged.

His mind couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. Nor could it parse the shrieks and growls that now filled his dying senses.

It left a single thought in his mind, as the pink, staring orbs joined together as one brilliantly horrifying light. A light he couldn’t help but drift towards.

MORTAL USURPER! THE VOID WILL NEVER BE YOURS! NEVER WILL YOUR KIND TAKE FROM ME AGAIN! NEVER!

Take… What did we…

A tendril, larger than anything his weakened consciousness could comprehend, reached for him in the dark nothingness.

QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE. QAITAX MUST DIE.

QAITAX MUST DIE.

Silence.

THE TRAITOR MUST BE PUNISHED.

Silence.

YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE, FEEBLE MORTAL MIND!

Silence.

A blue bolt of light shot through the furious pink orb.

It shrieked and reeled in pain. A foul-smelling liquid seeped from inside.

HARLOT!

I see you mortal. I see you and I know your foolish plot. I see your tie to the treacherous cur that is Qaitax. I see you. And I see fit to let you through. Go. Entertain us. The Dream isn’t what it once was so all eyes have turned to you and your folly. Sing and dance for us and we will let you live.

A single fleeting thought crossed his addled mind before darkness took hold…

Where am I…

 

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