CURSED CHILD POV…
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"Mm," the voice inside me purred. "Let's end this feast with a fine dessert. Let the world know pain. Devour everything."
My arm moved on its own, gripping his shoulders.
He froze, staring at me in horror.
Then his flesh began to melt—dissolving rapidly, like wax under hellfire.
And I watched silently, unfazed and umoving.
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CONTINUATION...
"F*ck off… wait—no—the gods… won't let you off!"
The EYES OF THE GODS screamed as I held him, his eyes already hollowing out. His struggles were weak and futile, growing meaningless by the second as I watched silently, yet his face twisted into the fanatic ecstasy of someone dying for a cause he believed was righteous.
I felt amusement ripple through me—not mine alone, but ours. His resistance meant no more to me than a mosquito's buzz, completely useless and worthless.
'Well then, dear Child,'
The voice inside me murmured pleasantly as if pleased about what had happened.
