Shadows painted the faces of the dead, scars on those of the living. The sky was a horrid ebony crow that screamed down at the ground as blue-red lightning snaked and danced across it, rain pelted the ground washing away the blood and the smell of smoke in the air.
The rain came down, soft but cold, and sharp of sound; and in it, a ghost of a person walked.
The smell of burning flesh erupted from them, shooting out into the air around them only to be brought down and drowned in the rain.
Their flesh was black with burns and bleeding through the still burning and smoking cloth; but onward the ghost strode. Driven on.
Mewing came from its arms, upon which it carried a child. A child unmarked and untouched by all that this person had been. Pure in the full.
The ghost looked at the child with its ruined, baked eyes and slowly began to lift it out away from itself, upwards as if to toss the child away like something wicked and cruel.
Or perhaps because its complete purity disgusted the blackened ghost of a being. The child mewed softly.
Bloody foam dripped from the ghost's toothless mouth, the heat had stolen everything from there including it's moisture which was now causing it's mouth to curdle blood up and out.
It's ruined eyes, flexed and began to bleed out a viscous jelly fluid.
Its blackened raw skin began to peel off in the rain, every drop evaporating off of it as they struck, clouding the ghost in a light veil of steam.
A deep guttural sound began to sound from within it, and it sank to its knees; falling mostly.
Bones shattered in it's legs, the flesh sliding right off the shards of destroyed bone.
The guttural sound rising, raising its pitch, going higher and higher.
The ghost's back arched, blood tore through it's weak charred flesh, wetting its smoldering clothing, making them hot and red in the icy cruel rain.
The bloody curdled foam spilled from the ruined mouth, shooting out in increments almost as it continued its sound, the pitch continuing to rise.
It began to scream, but softly, seeming to make the same sound as a boiling tea kettle, bloody foam and all.
"EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!!!!" and then it stopped, and coughed raptly before blood began to pour out of its mouth by the liter.
Pieces of cooked bone and flesh escaped its mouth and dripped out as it slowly fell forward, the child it was holding landing softly on the ground without protest.
It slept well, unmarked, save a drop of hot blood that had been smeared across it's forehead.
That's it for now I will write more later, but it's kind of late, and I really want to make sure I get this stuff up tonight otherwise I would never get it on there. .
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