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Sword Tongue

Death.

It comes to all. It visits everybeast.

No creature is left untouched by its grisly claws.

I am a harbinger of its summons.

I send Hellgates armies on swift wings.

Death must come to all who breath and are born.

I do not fear death.

I welcome it.

It feeds me and guides my blade. Fate has chosen me to be deaths fingers. Fate has no place for those who do not know deaths touch.

My purpose is to kill, and I complete my task gladly. I exist to bring the end. And I shall not stop until I do.

I do not grieve for the dead because I do not know if they had anything better.

I do not feel guilty for spreading death because I do not know life.

I am not living so how could I know.

I do not know if living is good or evil.

Or if the lives I end had been lived in good or evil.

It is all the same when the late line up at Hellgates.

Is life good?

What does it feel like to breath and move?

I only move to destroy, or to be moved to a place and time to destroy.

And to breath?

To feel air inside your being?

How does that experience change you?

Do you just take it for granted?

To know that you are alive and that you can change that in a single second.

That feeling is the purpose of seeing how far you can go with your experience of living.

That feeling that being alive and being dead are not so different things after all.

So maybe.

In some weird and indistinct way.

I do know life.

No.

I do not know.

For I spread death.

The plague of all living things.

The forebear of the end.

I do not know life.

I know only death.

It is a good thing that ignorance is bliss, for I am in my own haven of destruction without knowledge of living.

And I would like to keep it that way.

Fin

Ok slightly darker but hey . . . it's a sword. R/R give me ideas for a new chappy.

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