This is part 1 of this story. Let's see how long I can keep this up!
Ahh... So I'm dead…
Clementine's thought boils to a pulp.
Shiiyah-Hahaha! What the hell was that!? It's so stupid! What sort of stupid shit is that? That's so unfair! So unfair!
While Clementine knew better than anyone that reality was a dog eat dog world, the creature who sent her to the afterlife was like a natural disaster. That Lich was a fissure that just opened its maw, ate both dogs and didn't even bother spitting out the bones.
How do you fight that shit!?
The resentment boils inside of her, but along with her hatred comes the visage of the skeletal face. She remembers the vermilion glems the Lich gave her from the back of its eye sockets. Its shaped face and indomitable voice had deeply branded itself in her thoughts.
So pathetic! I, Clementine, got hugged to death? Heh-heh-heh! Hilarious!
Clementine can still remember the sensation of the vice. She felt it in her bones. Buckling and squirming as the vice closes. Her innards wring out like a lemon. She couldn't remember much after the taste of sour waters escaping.
Not to say the sorry ways she struggled. What an embarrassment! Gryahahaha! She could go on my list for the top of the most entertaining final struggles, isn't that right!? Just like all those pathetic whelps I played with. No... Unlike those not even worth remembering the names of, I was the most spectacular one! They should've struggled harder for their dear lives, like I had. Then perhaps I would have "briefly" considered letting them go...
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Not.
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Why'd it have to be an Elder Lich...
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Clementine's thoughts came to a sudden stall. She couldn't, no, she refused to think no more.
She questioned whether she is going to be revived in some way. Those creeps in the Darkness Scripture wouldn't let her go this easily. They would 100% resurrect her if her body was found.
Score!
Clementine thought to herself. As long as she's alive she'd have a chance to escape. Though she knows fully well she'd be either missing a leg, or have her ligaments sliced through. She knows she has no value to them at this point besides making an example. While she's not confident that she'd be able to escape in that state, she'll surely catch an opportunity when someone chooses to relieve themselves with h...
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Clementine's thoughts stagnated again. If she'd been resurrected she wouldn't be having these thoughts. In fact, the fact that she's still able to think is suspicious. She'd always thought that people who died would carry on experiencing their last moments eternally on repeat... Death was more interesting when she thought of it that way. That being said, Clementine's state is unlike what those old coots were preaching the peaceful afterlife to the peasants every day. Knowing that those were all bullshit comforts her slightly. Because she had always hoped they were —(correction) — knew they were.
Now, what would...
Clementine abandoned her following thoughts. She'd rather not think about it. She reckoned her actions must've brought quite the hilarious turmoil for him... she had no concerns whatsoever.
Who's that? How am I even acquainted with them? What's that? I am Clementine! The No. 3 strongest among the Darkness Scripture...
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Then Clementine fell silent. There wasn't anyone around. She's well done for. She's dead and little matters even if she continues her farce. One could say nothing matters anymore...
Meh, this is getting old really quickly. I wonder what's it all about those sinners in kid stories going on and on about reminiscing their sins in the afterlife for all of eternity. I got over it real quickly, and I'm suuure~ I'm well past redeemable at some point. Oh wait, those atrocities were done while I was the Ninth Seat. So it didn't count? Hmm~ The Gods sure are easy (smile)~
Hmm? Did I just feel my face? Ara? Arara?
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