Coward
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I'd always wondered what it would be like. As a child, I'd grown up in a family that worshipped the Faceless Ones. I had been taught to respect them as though they were the higher power… almighty, and good. It's been years since I've believed that. Oh yes, I know they are real, but my opinion on whether they're the good side, has been completely distorted. I've always prided myself on being a collected person, never showing a hint of emotion in stressing situations as the enemy could always use it against me. However, in a very rare situation like this, I let myself panic.
They were here. I only had a glimpse, but it was enough to send shivers up my spine. They were formless, incorporeal beings that seemed to glide across the ground. It was hard to believe I had feared them all my life. They looked rather pathetic. A normal person might've called them ghosts. But rather than being white, they were a swirling storm of black and red.
Suddenly, in one terrible yet strangely compelling moment, I was reminded why I should fear them. In one fluid motion, one of 'them', lifted a man high up in the air and seemed to flow right into him, whist he screamed and writhed in the air. There was one silent second when everyone just froze, before the battle resumed. I, on the other hand, stood still, rooted to the ground by the scene of a god taking its vessel, so gruesomely…so hideously. But before I could run away, another sight startled me.
The man, if he could still be called that, had previously fallen to the ground. Now he slowly stood up, seemingly unaffected by the bloodshed around him. Slowly, in one painstaking moment, he lifted his face up…just enough for you to see his face. And the most revolting sight beheld my eyes. His face, his flesh seemed to be melting off as if he was a wax figure and someone had set his face in fire. It just dripped off his face in a steady rhythm that I could almost hear. Drip, drip, drip. The sound was so repulsive that I should have turned away but I didn't. I told myself that it was curiosity but in truth, it was so much more. For a very long time I had worshipped these creatures. They had been what I dedicated my life to, and in all honesty, you were most likely to see a god take a body only once in your life. Mostly because you'd probably end up dead in a week as said god, destroyed the world.
I can see his face again. It had stopped falling off now, but that didn't make him look any better. His face was blank. No eyes, nose, mouth… blank. Now I know why they're called the Faceless Ones.
I couldn't bear it anymore. Like a coward, I turned tail and ran. I ran far away; fast…until I could get away from the memory burnt into my mind.
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