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Now, to finally get to answering the questions about why I'm rewriting DoubleTale!
So, to start, I know a lot of you really love DoubleTale. Throughout the, what, two years it was gone? I kept getting reviews. Many people said they would reread the entire story pretty often. But, the bottom line is, I was fifteen when I started that story. And I hadn't planned ahead for it at all. There was a lot of stuff that, at least to me, seemed a little too ridiculous and there was a lot of plans and backstory that I thought up when it was too late to implement it without causing serious continuity errors. There were plenty of arcs that I should have written out better, and a lot of scenes I should have described better. But back then, when I had a steady review flow, I would put less effort in. Hence why the Character arc wasn't described too well, and why I literally switched through three villains for the Predator/Gatherer/AnARChy arc before deciding on an antagonist. Since then I've broken that habit, and having more supporters pushes me to try even harder for you guys.
But, the point is, I had big plans for DoubleTale. And in order to make them work the way I wanted them to, I had to rewrite the entire story. And it took me two years to come to terms with that. I don't hate the old DoubleTale, and I don't think it was a bad story. It's pieces jsut didn't fit the puzzle I wanted to put together.
I hope that clears a few things up, and please enjoy the chapter! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale.
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He would always swing so high. He felt the whoosh of air through his hair, his legs kicking out at the sky.
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Honestly, sometimes it made him a little sad when he swung back down. He often thought of what it would be like to soar.
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Sometimes... He wished that when he jumped from the swing set, he would sprout the wings given to his namesake. And that he could take off into the sky.
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Truthfully, he wished he could fly away from this place.
"Angel!"
"H-huh?!" He jumped, looking over to the boy that sat on the swing next to him, who was laughing lightly at him.
The boy was very pale, deeply contrasting the beautiful bright red of his irises, which gleamed like rubies in his eyes. Unmanaged, snow white hair fell over his forehead, and he had a band aid on his left cheek, just under his eye. He looked to be about eleven.
"Sorry Angel, didn't mean to scare you." The albino boy laughed, scratching the back of his head as his friend sighed, looking to be calming down. "You just didn't answer my question, is all."
"Oh! Heh, sorry Anthony, I kinda zoned out." Angel's emerald eyes glanced to the side as he grinned sheepishly, digging his feet into the wood chips below him to slow his swing to a stop. He wore a blue, red striped hoodie that was too big for him, the sleeves covering his hands. He looked to be eleven as well. "Uh... What'ja ask again?"
"What super power would you wanna have?" Anthony tilted his head to the side.
"Pff, that's an easy one." Angel smirked, looking up at the over cast. "Flight, hands down."
"Huh? Why flight?" Anthony arched one white eyebrow.
"So I can fly anywhere in the whole world, duh." Angel said like it was obvious, smirking over at Anthony. "If I could fly, I could get outta this crummy city."
"Anywhere in the whole world, huh..?" Anthony spoke quietly and thoughtfully, looking down at his feet.
"I might even take you with me, if ya ask nice." Angel winked an eye shut, grinning playfully.
Anthony laughed lightly at that, smiling over at Angel.
"I can't leave this place, Angel." Anthony waved a hand dismissively, speaking like the idea was silly. "Who'd take care of my mom?"
"That stuff don't matter when you're flyin', Anny." Angel grinned up at the cloudy sky. "It's all yours up there."
"Haha! Sounds like you've put a lot of thought into this." Anthony smiled gently. "Would you at least come visit me?"
"Well duh." Angel looked over to Anthony, closing his eyes and smiling wide.
"What kinda best friend would I be if I didn't?"
Chapter 7: The Human Condition
Part 1
"Lying will get you nowhere."
"Haha... Hahahaha..." Chara laughed to themself, reaching up and running a hand down their face.
"You know, I knew. I just knew." They smiled, looking quite amused as they pointed back to me. "I knew you had something."
I didn't say a word. I just watched them with narrowed eyes, that spear of ink clenched tight in my hand.
"But... This!" Chara let their jaw drop in surprise, lips curling up in a smile as they threw their arms out to the sides. "You really know how to throw a curve ball, Cter!"
"Shut up." My knuckles were going white. I could feel that same urge that I felt when I took their eye. It was odd... A burning desire.
Something like an itch.
*Scratch it.
"You were so pathetic before! Just... Weak and sniveling!" They shook their head, laughing. "And just look at you now!"
My jaw clenched, my green eyes narrowing hatefully at them.
"The loveless look in your eye... That cold expression." Their eyes grew dark, blackness seeping into the whites of their eyes as that smile crept further up their face, an inky black liquid beginning to salivate from their mouth.
"I knew you were a killer."
"Alright fuck this - hit the music!" I ordered as I jumped, spinning in air and yanking back that ink spear before launching it forward at a shocking speed towards Chara.
L's Theme Metal Remix by Charlie Parra del Riego began playing as Chara watched that spear launch closer, bending at the knees before jumping over the spear, looking down and watching it sail by under them before their head snapped up, watching a six foot long pen fire through the air at them.
They quickly reached up, placing both hands atop the pen and flipping over it, falling back to the ground and landing on their feet before looking up, eyes widening at the giant eraser side of a pencil that was racing down towards them, large enough to turn them into a red splatter on the ground.
Chara dove to the side, rolling before skidding on two feet and one hand to the side, spinning their knife in their free hand before launching forward at me, a murderous red gleaming in their right eye as they closed the distance.
But as they raced forward, in the blink of an eye, a large computer key - the F key, to be exact - appeared directly in front of their face, too close to give them time to react.
"Gah!" They recoiled, face bouncing back off the F key, blood flinging from their nose, which had bent the wrong way.
As they managed to open one eye, they were shocked to see me, now crouched down in front of them, left hand hanging low.
"Press F to pay respects."
I threw up my hand then, ink firing from my sleeve in a spike and tearing through their chest in an instant, exploding out their back.
Chara's eyes widened, their legs giving out under them as they slumped forward. Blood splattered to the tiles under us, staining them crimson. The red liquid poured down the ink, running down to my sleeve, where it dropped down to the ground.
"H-hah... Hah..." Chara slowly reached out, gripping the ink spike, grinning down at me. "I k-knew you-"
I clenched my fist.
Spikes exploded out from the single ink spike going through their chest, blood spraying through the air, splattering across my face and the walls around us.
Shatter.
As the ink disappeared and they fell forward, I knelt down, opening my arms and catching their limp body.
"..." I sighed through my nose, frowning lightly as my eyes glossed down to the floor, not letting go of their corpse.
*Easy.
Flash.
"Reload one, give it up for reload one!" I reached up over my head as I sat back in my throne, clapping loudly. I mustered my slimiest, smuggest grin.
Chara just smirked as they began to saunter down the hall, that knife clutched in their hand. "Lucky shot."
"Ahh," I sighed as I hopped from my throne, pointing above my head as I began walking towards them. As I did so, ink began to rise from the ground around me, forming over my head. "Let's put it on the scoreboard, shall we?"
CTER: 1
CHARA: 0
Said the ink scoreboard.
"You ready to throw in the towel yet?" I cocked a brow, the scoreboard swirling from behind me as I walked forward, raising one arm, which all the ink was quickly sucked back into the sleeve of.
"After one death? Oh Cter, you have so much to learn about my persistence." That smirk widened into a grin as Chara pointed their knife out at me, the both of us coming to a stop about eight feet from one another, standing in the center of the rubbled Last Corridor.
"Ah, that's fine." I extended one hand out to them, letting my hand hang loosely, my palm facing upwards, as if I was offering them a hand.
They cocked a confused brow before suddenly ducking backwards, a spike of ink firing from my sleeve and just over their head, slicing through a few strands of hair and sending them drifting to the floor.
"I ain't got nowhere to be but here." I winked an eye shut, grinning that slimy grin as they looked back to me, ink whipping back away from them and up my sleeve.
"I appreciate your dedication." They grinned wide, blackness seeping into their eyes once more as they hunched forward, launching at me with lightning speed as they pulled back that blade.
As if it was second nature, I moved my head to the side, that evil steel sailing over my shoulder before I ducked as they slashed at my head, popping back up and stepping back away from a downward stab, Chara spinning their knife in their hand before lunging forward at me again, stabbing rapidly at me, only for me to duck, side step, or step back out of range of every stab, my hands remaining in my hoodie's pockets before I suddenly pulled up one foot, stomping down as Chara pulled back to stab again, a giant eraser instantly firing out at an angle from under where I'd stomped, lifting Chara high up into the air, sending them rocketing upwards in the blink of an eye on the giant eraser.
They knelt down, placing one hand on the mistake remover that was attempting to remove them, looking up to find another eraser crashing down towards them, looking to splat them between the two like a bug between a child's hands.
They front flipped forward, sliding down the pencil that the first eraser was connected to, reaching one hand into the air and making a revolver appear in it, before taking aim down on me, rapidly firing bolts of red.
I lifted one hand from my pocket, throwing it directly upwards. A wall of keys appeared before me with the motion of my hand, the bullets denting in the keys just before Chara kicked in through the wall, flinging down at me. I stepped to the side, and they landed next to me, crouching for only a moment to catch themselves before swinging up at me with one tough glove, making me duck backwards while I reached back with one hand, my sleeve suddenly bulking out around the arm sized led pencil that formed in it.
I whipped my arm upwards, placing it on Chara's chest for a split second before a loud thunk resounded, an arm length stick of led firing from the mechanical pencil in my sleeve and jabbing through Chara's chest, sending them flinging back across the hall, before they were pinned to a pillar, their head and limbs whiplashing back before slumping forward.
I began walking towards them, watching as they reached up with shaking hands to grip the graphite chunk that pinned them gruesomely to the pillar, blood pouring down from their body to the floor below them.
They looked up to me, teeth gritting as they strained to hold onto their life, throwing one arm out to the side and once again summoning that revolver, a savage rage in their eye as they took am on me.
BANG.
CLANG.
Chara's arm dropped down, limp, dropping that gun and letting it crash to the tiles, where it bounced.
"..." I sighed, closing my eyes as I slowly lowered my arm, the pencil disappearing from my sleeve.
Chara's head was tilted back, hair falling over their eyes. Blood streamed down from the hole in their forehead, which had a bolt of graphite sticking out from it, having gone through their skull and pinned the back of their head to the pillar behind them as well.
Shatter.
"Alright, two kills..." I looked down, watching my red soul fade back into my chest. "I don't... Feel different? At least, I don't think I do."
*You'll be feeling better after a few more.
Flash.
"That's two zip, my buddy friend guy pal amigo." I rested my chin on my fist, slouching to the side in my throne as I winked an eye shut at them. "You gonna quit or are you going for three?"
"I think you know the answer to that question." Chara wore that same confident smirk that I'd come to associate them with.
"S'fine." I once again hopped off my throne, cracking my knuckles and tilting my head to the left until I heard my neck pop while I closed my eyes.
"I prefer odd numbers, anyway."
I snapped my fingers then, eyes widening as ink spiraled up high into the air from the tiles behind me, swirling into fine points before launching down at Chara, who threw their arm up, pointing that six shooter and firing with rapid percision, bullets of red blasting through six spikes before Chara back flipped, the remaining spikes stabbing through the ground where they once were.
Chara landed on their feet, skidding back before darting forward, that gun being replaced by their knife, which they held out to the side.
The ground beneath us shook, giant platform sized computer keys rising beneath us, lifting me high into the air and creating a staircase of platforms reaching up towards me.
I watched with cold eyes and crossed arms as they jumped from platform to platform, before on their fourth jump, a wall of pens erupted from the earth and between the two platforms, Chara growling with irritation as they lifted their feet, kicking against the wall and pushing back off of it, back flipping back onto the platform.
At the sound of something whistling through the air, they quickly looked over their shoulder, watching as giant paper airplanes launched down the destroyed hall towards them.
"Paper airplanes? Really?" Chara shook their head, before ducking down, darting forward and under one airplane, stabbing up with their knife and running it through the plane, cutting it in half before reaching the end of the key platform and jumping high into the air, latching onto the bottom of an airplane and flipping onto the top of it.
As the paper airplane flew towards the wall of pens, they reached down, gripping the edges of the wings and wincing as the steel-like edges sliced into their palms before they pulled up on the plane, changing it's course and sending it sailing over the wall of pens and up the key staircase towards me.
As Chara ascended, however, Beat Blasters appeared in an X around them, and they quickly rolled off the side of their paper airplane, falling and landing on one knee as white light flashed in an X high above them.
At the four corners of the key that they stood on ink spiraled up, forming four humanoid, featureless creatures, their arms ending in blades and their legs coming to points.
As the ink figures lurched forward, legs turning to liquid so that they could glide across the key at a shocking speed, Chara darted forward at one, ducking the sloppy slices from it's blade arms and cutting it in half with their knife, sending it splattering into a puddle beneath them. But as they turned to face the other three ink figures, the puddle below them writhed and bubbled, and they jumped back, throwing up their arms in an X as spikes launched from the puddle, slicing through their forearms and sending blood flying through the air, making them wince and clench their jaw.
They landed on their feet, reaching back before their frying pan appeared in hand, and they swung forward, splattering the ink figure in front of them before darting forward, swatting away spikes from the puddle of the first figure.
They ran low to the ground, ducking under the slash from one of the remaining figures and crashing through it's chest with their frying pan, sending ink splattering back through the air while they drew their pistol, firing six rounds through the last remaining figure.
They raced towards the end of the key platform, front flipping to avoid the ink spikes that launched at their heels, landing on one hand and springing high into the air, above the platform that I stood on.
As they fell towards me, they brought that knife over their head, their other weapons disappearing back into their inventory.
THUNK.
Blood flew through the air, and they snarled as their shoulder jerked forward, a spike of graphite having been fired from a lead pencil floating behind them and having torn through their shoulder.
They landed with a stumble, slashing down at me, only for me to side step it, ducking backwards under a follow up stab before ink fired from my feet, making Chara jump back away and slash away the spikes before they landed, skidding back and launching forward at me again.
I ducked forward this time, pulling back one fist and sending it crashing into their abdomen, making their eyes widen and the air burst out of their mouth from their lungs, before I spun around them, placing a hand on their back as ink fired from my sleeve, slamming into them and sending them launching over the platform, the tendril of black wrapping around their midsection.
Grunting, I yanked my arm up over my head, the ink wrapped around them pulling them up high into the air above, before I threw my arm down, sending them racing down towards the center of the key.
The key shattered to pieces under the force, and as we both plummeted down towards the ground, the ink holding them rapidly receded, sending them racing up towards me.
I grabbed them by the collar of the shirt, their eyes widening in shock while mine flared with fury as I pulled one hand up over my head, ink swirling and beginning to shape in my palm.
I needed a tool. Something to hurt them, to kill them. It didn't matter what. Just whatever weapon my brain first associated with violence.
In the next instant, I gripped tightly the handle of the inky black crowbar that formed in my palm, the ground rapidly approaching as I roared, swinging down and sending the imitation of cruel steel smashing into their face, shattering their skull and sending them exploding head first into the tiles, exploding through the floor and sending dust blasting up around us.
Shatter.
Panting, I slowly climbed back to my feet, clutching that tool in my hand tightly as the dust settled around me.
And as the adrenaline faded, I reached up with my free hand, expression softening as I touched the crimson liquid that had splattered across my face.
What had I hit them with that would make their head... Just...
Slowly, I lifted my weapon, head turning to inspect it's form.
My emerald eyes widened, pupils shrinking in horror.
"O-oh, the black eye? Well, you know how clumsy I am, haha! Just tripped and fell face first into the corner of a wall! Pretty dumb of me, huh Angel?"
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Everything seemed to fade from existence, the only thing left being me and that crowbar and the memories screaming in my head.
"D-don't touch that! T-that's... Mother's crowbar. S-she uses it to... F-fix things, w-when they don't work like they should... C-come on, w-we really shouldn't be here! M-mother really, really doesn't like having guests..."
Make it stop.
I don't want to think about this.
Make it stop!
Squish.
Slowly, my eyes drifted down to what - or who - I'd stepped in.
Brain matter. Chunks of bone. I'd crushed their skull, sent their head exploding into chunks, blood pouring over the ground beneath my feet.
All with this...
All with his...
"Angel? Doesn't ring a bell. Get lost."
"AAAAHHH!" I screamed, throwing that ink crowbar across the hall and sending it splattering across the stone of the wall as stumbled back, falling onto my butt and into the pool of blood at my feet.
Rapidly hyperventilating, I lifted one hand from the red puddle I was splashing in, hand trembling as I stared at the ruby shade it was painted with.
I screamed again, pulling myself back from the limp corpse with my hands, kicking it and sending it rolling away.
I scurried back until I felt my back hit a wall, and proceeded to yank my hood up over my head, yanking the sides of my unzipped hoodie over my abdomen and curling one arm around my torso, placing the other over my head, as if trying to hide myself away from the world.
Something was wrong.
The air felt off.
I didn't feel like I was alone, and I slowly pulled my knees up to my chest, eyes glancing around the room, before locking on to the red text of an unfamiliar text box that appeared before me.
*Got something to be afraid of, Cter? =)
Flash.
Snarling, I threw my hand forward, pens appearing at the sides of my throne and firing from the throne room down the hall at Chara, who easily ducked and dodged between them.
"Quite the outburst over an ink crowbar and a dead body." They wore that confident smile as they sauntered down the hall, shadows writhing around them. "Though I will admit, you never seemed like the bash someone's skull in kind of person to me."
"You were dead." Was all I said, hopping off my throne with a clear frown on my face and a clear motive in my step as I stomped down the hall to meet them halfway.
"Frisk was dead." They shrugged with their correction, smirk remaining. "I was just without a host for a minute or two."
"So that's how it works, huh?" I narrowed my eyes, the two of us coming to a stop at the center of the hall. "I just can't get rid of you, can I?"
"Not until one of us stops coming back." Their smile widened from ear to ear, and that blackness seeped into the white of their eyes. "And it's not gonna be me."
"Bold words from the one with zero kills." I smirked in the face of those monstrous eyes.
"I've killed thousands of times." They frowned in minor irritation. "Don't get cocky because you've killed me thrice."
"... I've destroyed people to get ahead before." My expression grew cold then, lifting one hand and showing the inky blackness that swirled in my palm and around my fingers. "You aren't gonna be any different, doesn't matter how many times you come back."
They smiled wide at that, that black goo running over from between their teeth, dripping down their chin.
"There's the cold, sociopath eyes I missed!" They darted forward then, pulling that knife out to the side and swiping at me with it, only for me to jump, landing behind them as my sweatshirt writhed momentarily before ink fired from my back at lightning speed.
Chara spun around, rapidly slashing away the pointed tendrils of ink before jumping back, pens launching from the earth where they'd just been. They darted to the side, several more pens firing from above and embedding themselves in the ground where Chara had just stood.
Chara lunged forward then, stabbing forward at me only for me to step to the side, turning to face them as they skidded to a stop, looking over their shoulder at me with one glowing right eye before pulling up their other arm, swinging back to point that gun at me.
Keys appeared in a wall between us just as they pulled the trigger, and I watched dents form in the magic plastic with a blank expression before the keys launched forward, Chara throwing up both of their weapons and letting them disappear back into their inventory before they brought their hands together, their burnt frying pan appearing in their grasp before they swung down, slamming their weapon into the keys and skidding back on the balls of their feet before they grunted, pushing forward and smashing through the keys with their frying pan.
Just as they got through the wall, however, they were greeted with the burning light of three charging Beat Blasters, and just as they went to move out of the way, they felt ink rapidly coil around their ankles, locking them in place.
They looked down with wide eyes to the tendrils gripping tightly onto their legs, before the roar of the blasters made them look back up, that white light flashing over them.
Shatter.
My eyes followed their charred corpse as it fell to the ground, and I waited a moment or two - even after watching their soul shatter - before I sighed, reaching up and rubbing my eyes with my index finger and thumb.
*Strip out your weaknesses, or they will destroy you.
"Chara or my problems?" I cocked a brow at the text box before me.
*Yes.
Flash.
"It's so very interesting, isn't it?" Chara smirked as they sauntered down the hall, and I just shook my head, crossing my legs casually in my throne.
"Nah, not really." I shrugged, making them squint irritably at me.
"You don't even know what I'm talking about." Chara frowned, and I grinned.
"Yeah, because I'm not interested." I made two finger guns at them, winking an eye shut.
"..." Chara simply lifted their hand, that revolver appearing in their grasp before they aimed it out at me. "I'm going to start shooting at you now."
I made a heart with my hands at them, before a swirling wall of ink rose from the flowers at my feet, catching the rapid fire of six bullets before launching outwards at Chara.
Chara's gun shifted to that knife, and they slashed ink tendril after ink tendril to puddles at their feet, before I reached out with my left hand, sleeve writhing with ink before another tendril fired at lightning speed down the hall at them.
"As I was," Chara moved their head to the side, ink firing over their shoulder as the tentacle from my sleeve stabbed into the back wall of the hall, yanking me forward and sending me flying towards Chara as I yanked back one leg in preparation to kick. "Saying!"
"Everyone else," Chara ducked under my kick as I was dragged rapidly through the air at them, my leg sailing over their head before I spun, landing on the ground behind them and spinning to face them. "I got to be best friends with them before killing them!"
Chara darted forward, pulling back that knife and stabbing at my head, only for me to move my head to the side. Their blade stabbed over my shoulder before they slashed at my head, and I ducked under their arm, popping up behind them.
"I already knew everything about them! But you," Chara spun around to face me, before jumping into the air, pens firing like spikes from the earth below them. They held that knife high above their head, plummeting down towards me. "This is the first time you and I have had the chance to really talk!"
"Tell ya what." I jumped back, Chara's slash cutting only air as they landed on one knee, immediately dashing forward at me, pulling that knife to their side.
"You RESET and start a pacifist run right now," I jumped their stab, front flipping over them and crouching down as they instantly spun around, slashing right over my head before I popped back up, swinging my head back and slamming the back of it into their face, making them stumble back. "And I'll tell ya everything there is to know about me."
Chara growled in pain, stumbling back and grabbing their face, blood dripping down their chin from their now bleeding nose, their eyes darting to me while I spun around to face them.
"Everything there is to know, huh..?" They smirked lightly as they lowered their hand, wiping their blood onto their sleeve.
"Right down to my real name." I smirked lightly, hands buried in my jacket pockets.
"Wait, Cter isn't your real name?" They expression contorted with confusion, and I snerked.
"What kinda moron would look at a baby and say "I'll name him Cter!"?" I tilted my head to the side. "I just made the name Cter up on the fly."
"Hmph." They smirked, eyes narrowing. "So I don't even know your actual name, and you're still my favorite."
"Feeling's not mutual. You're kind of a dick." I shrugged casually. "So are you gonna take me up on that offer or not?"
"You expect me to throw away an entire run just to get to know you better?" They tilted their head to the side. "Are you really that arrogant?"
"You did say I was your favorite." I winked an eye shut with my smirk. "I'm just offering you something that I know you want: something new."
"This already is something new, Cter." Chara held their arms out to their sides. "Can't you see how big of a deal this is for me?"
"I mean, look at the impact you've had just by existing here!" Their face lit up in manic joy. "The fight with Papyrus! The extra interactions throughout Waterfall! The fight with Grillby, and now this! Now you!"
My eyes narrowed, a frown crossing my face.
"You know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for you? I'd have just killed Sans, Asgore, and Flowey and would be restarting the world to do it all over again." Arms still out at their sides, they scoffed, closing their eyes and shaking their head. "So repetitive."
"Then stop doing it." I interjected, hands clenching into fists.
"But now I don't have to!" Their eyes snapped open wide, grin cutting up their face. "Don't you see?! You just made this game so much more interesting for me!"
"Did you honestly think it would scare me, Cter? The thought of fighting you for all eternity?!" That evil blackness seeped into their blood red eyes, swirling around their irises before beginning to overflow down their cheeks.
"ETERNITY IS NOTHING IN THE FACE OF AN IMMORTAL GOD!"
STAB.
Expression still reflecting glee, their head slowly tilted down to look at the spike of ink that had fired up through their back and out their chest, crimson beginning to overflow from their mouth.
"Ha... H-ha..."
The spike shot back into the ground as quickly as it had shot out, and I watched as they stumbled, struggling to stay on their feet before falling backwards onto the ground, coughing and choking on their own blood.
"Immortal, huh?" Shadow fell over my eyes as I walked up to them, lifting one shoe and planting it firmly on their gaping chest wound, making them cough globs of crimson into the air, reaching up with shaking hands and grabbing at my ankle. "You die pretty easy for me."
"God?" I leaned forward, bending the knee of the leg that was on them and leaning one elbow across it, staring down at them. "You don't look too heavenly."
They just continued to smile, blood pouring down from both nostrils and from between their lips as they reached up with one shaky, blood stained hand towards my face.
"So... Very... Interesting..."
As their hand grew close to my face, and it looked like they were about to cup my cheek, I reached up, roughly grabbing their hand and squeezing their fingers together, my eyes narrowing hatefully down at them.
"Don't touch me." I ordered sternly, and I watched as they smiled a little wider, before their eyes sunk back into their heads, rolling back before the lids closed over those dim, ruby irises.
Shatter.
"..." I dropped their hand, pushing myself back to my full height and staring down at their corpse.
*You're the only deity here.
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