My mind was blurred, distant and distorted.
The image before me was sickening.
A house, wreathed in flame and a stumbling human figure laughing to the right.
The hottness of my tears was like that of a red hot iron pole, burning their way into my face.
Until I realized that those tears were a mask.
It was fused to the skin of my face, and it hurt to have it simply touch me. The pain burned brighter, as if the mask itself was pulsing.
Do you remember me?
There it was. That nagging voice that drove me mad. The reason behind the flaming image of my childhood home.
The mask suddenly felt cold.
I grew angry. At the mask, the voice and the image in front of me.
But most of all, the pain was the most angering thing.
I felt the flesh of my face tearing as I ripped the mask from my body, the blood dripping from my chin after the mask had disconnected.
I am thou, and thou art I!
May the roots of reality rip in the face of thy rage, and thou foes tremble at the thought of thou vengeance!
Reap the souls of those who would do thou wrong and call upon hidden insanity!
I am Azathoth, and my darkness shall swallow all that is sane!
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So, that was my attempt at the Awakening Challenge. I probably screwed it up pretty badly.
I was thinking of making an actual fic about this idea, but I wanted to get some feedback first.
So what do you think? Should I write an actual story or no?