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A/N: Razzy the Great's POV
I have swirled in this mass of pain,
For as long as I can endure.
For by the hands of my Sire, Kain,
My destruction has been written.
The acid water that swirls and tears,
At the delicate flesh upon my bones,
Leaves it past the hope of repair,
And disintegrates into nothingness.
After centuries of consistent agony
I am brought to my knees upon a surface.
This seems past all possibility
And yet, I am still partially whole.
I stand, having escaped my demise
To meet none other then the Wheel of Fate.
He brings me the promise of a prize
For my loyalty to him.
So many thoughts rush through my head
As I search for my deformed brethren.
Easing them to the Land of the Dead,
To make my way to Kain.
Then none other then the Time Streamer,
Giving me his words of wisdom.
To me he is but a dreamer,
To think that he'll be spared.
Following hints from the Elder God,
I have finally met up with Kain.
An intense gaze followed by a nod,
Is all I get from him.
At this point I am at my best,
Prepared to take my revenge.
And then from the depths of his chest,
I tear his cold, undead heart.
Raziel. My son. Forgive me.