sukuna171
He/Him- 489
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I was looking at Nezarec page and thought his Madness Type 2 resembles Type 3.
"I did not ask for your help!" I shouted.
Rage coursed through me.
My knife was stained red. I shouldn't have been able to see it. Any of it. But here I was, staring back at my Ghost.
"You need your sight!" Firethorn returned. His voice was laced with concern, something I ignored in the moment, but would remember for years to come.
"That is not up to you! He preys upon my vision!"
I stepped forward, and Firethorn floated up to meet my gaze.
The blade in my hand shook as a faint whisper tickled the back of my mind.
…Do it…
I shouted, covered my ears. I could see shapes forming in the darkness of the tree line again. I couldn't take it anymore, but I knew Firethorn would only continue to heal me.
"You need to snap out of this," Firethorn pushed. "You're losing control! Where is the great Briar of the Wild Brambles?"
…Dead…
"The thorn that pierced the heart of would-be gods?"
…A puppet…
"Pain and terror were your symphony!"
…MY symphony…
"What's become of—"
I remember how easily my hand wrapped around him; how I forced him to the ground and pierced his lens with my knife. I hadn't realized what I'd done until I saw the light flicker out of his eye.
Firethorn's pieces were the last things I saw before succumbing to permanent darkness.
Rage coursed through me.
My knife was stained red. I shouldn't have been able to see it. Any of it. But here I was, staring back at my Ghost.
"You need your sight!" Firethorn returned. His voice was laced with concern, something I ignored in the moment, but would remember for years to come.
"That is not up to you! He preys upon my vision!"
I stepped forward, and Firethorn floated up to meet my gaze.
The blade in my hand shook as a faint whisper tickled the back of my mind.
…Do it…
I shouted, covered my ears. I could see shapes forming in the darkness of the tree line again. I couldn't take it anymore, but I knew Firethorn would only continue to heal me.
"You need to snap out of this," Firethorn pushed. "You're losing control! Where is the great Briar of the Wild Brambles?"
…Dead…
"The thorn that pierced the heart of would-be gods?"
…A puppet…
"Pain and terror were your symphony!"
…MY symphony…
"What's become of—"
I remember how easily my hand wrapped around him; how I forced him to the ground and pierced his lens with my knife. I hadn't realized what I'd done until I saw the light flicker out of his eye.
Firethorn's pieces were the last things I saw before succumbing to permanent darkness.
The weight of the forest's darkness pressed down on me.
Adrenaline pumped through me as I watched my opponent fall. I listened for the thud as their body collided with the ground.
Deep crimson painted a nearby tree, sliding down through bark and seeping into sapwood, the excess pooling on the ground to soak in the dead pine needles.
I don't remember who it was or why I had chosen to slay them.
In the past, I had seen my fair share of bloodshed. Killed indiscriminately. If you saw another day on my lands, it was because I willed it.
But this felt different.
Up ahead, shadows shifted in the sea of trees. I braced myself, sword held steady. Shivers traveled up my fingertips, electrified my arms, and settled as a chill on the back of my neck.
"Who's there?"
I could hear whispers all around me, from behind every tree. It was overwhelming, all-encompassing, indecipherable.
The shadow swiftly closed the distance between us until it towered over me.
It reached for me, and I stepped back.
I remember the sinister laugh, the way it touched a primal fear deep within me.
I was paralyzed. My mind flooded with whispers.
Its wispy body lurched forward and slammed through me. I felt myself fall. The wind left my lungs, and for a moment, there was nothing… an emptiness the likes of which I had never felt before.
Adrenaline pumped through me as I watched my opponent fall. I listened for the thud as their body collided with the ground.
Deep crimson painted a nearby tree, sliding down through bark and seeping into sapwood, the excess pooling on the ground to soak in the dead pine needles.
I don't remember who it was or why I had chosen to slay them.
In the past, I had seen my fair share of bloodshed. Killed indiscriminately. If you saw another day on my lands, it was because I willed it.
But this felt different.
Up ahead, shadows shifted in the sea of trees. I braced myself, sword held steady. Shivers traveled up my fingertips, electrified my arms, and settled as a chill on the back of my neck.
"Who's there?"
I could hear whispers all around me, from behind every tree. It was overwhelming, all-encompassing, indecipherable.
The shadow swiftly closed the distance between us until it towered over me.
It reached for me, and I stepped back.
I remember the sinister laugh, the way it touched a primal fear deep within me.
I was paralyzed. My mind flooded with whispers.
Its wispy body lurched forward and slammed through me. I felt myself fall. The wind left my lungs, and for a moment, there was nothing… an emptiness the likes of which I had never felt before.
