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The wolf, the demon, pursed his lips together. No longer was there conscious in what had once been Ahren—the mind had been consumed in the madness of those last days. It was not an act of cowardice that he had ultimately chosen, but one of ultimate choice. Death had been chosen, and welcome. Ahren had known that he was dying long before he had taken his own life. After four years of abuse, his heart could not handle the stress anymore. He had been there to see cancer destroy his father, and he had not suffered this terrible end, but had the morphine and heroin not done its duty, it would have taken less than a season for the clotting in his veins to destroy him.
Ahren was dead. It was a secondary, terrible power that came to her now. He, it, the demon-god who was both blind and mad, he desired to see his work finished. Behind the blind eye, a thousand worlds tumbled in chaos and fog, and the dark lining around the blonde’s eyes narrowed just slightly. Black lips cracked open, ivory-yellow teeth glimmering in a terrible smile. “I will show you the way,” he promised, and moved forward. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to the earth. Then, above her, hair spilling into his face, his eyes began to glow without giving off light, as if an unholy fire burned behind them. “You are now the chosen one,” he assured her.
Then his head moved like a viper and went for her throat.
The wolf, the demon, pursed his lips together. No longer was there conscious in what had once been Ahren—the mind had been consumed in the madness of those last days. It was not an act of cowardice that he had ultimately chosen, but one of ultimate choice. Death had been chosen, and welcome. Ahren had known that he was dying long before he had taken his own life. After four years of abuse, his heart could not handle the stress anymore. He had been there to see cancer destroy his father, and he had not suffered this terrible end, but had the morphine and heroin not done its duty, it would have taken less than a season for the clotting in his veins to destroy him.
Ahren was dead. It was a secondary, terrible power that came to her now. He, it, the demon-god who was both blind and mad, he desired to see his work finished. Behind the blind eye, a thousand worlds tumbled in chaos and fog, and the dark lining around the blonde’s eyes narrowed just slightly. Black lips cracked open, ivory-yellow teeth glimmering in a terrible smile. “I will show you the way,” he promised, and moved forward. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to the earth. Then, above her, hair spilling into his face, his eyes began to glow without giving off light, as if an unholy fire burned behind them. “You are now the chosen one,” he assured her.
Then his head moved like a viper and went for her throat.