Apologies for my prolonged absence from this site. Hopefully an update will make up for it. The character for this chapter is Herry.
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Sepulchral Pretense
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His strength wavered for a fraction of a second. His will scattered silently along with it. Blood pounded persistently in his ears, it snaked the floor beneath him like insidious shadows. Every crevice and every crack was stained with the sticky fluid, including the calloused creases on his palms and fingertips. That moment of fear and weakness suddenly stung his mind.
What was his strength? Some means of calculated divinity... a great power infused into his mortality? How fleeting was his resolve? How sickly was his mannerism? His weapon was broken. It was a weapon used to break or shatter, be it spirit or vertebrae, there was always a vertice beyond which very little mattered - breaking point. The optimus did not only affect it's victim. It's bearer bore his nightmares because of his uncertainty; dreams of frailty and wildness. He became feral, unbendable, unstoppable.
There was little possibility of return from that sunken dungeon of impotency. But, again and again, the chance was utilized; opportunities of escape growing thin like wire after every expanse. The wildness rippled through his body, spreading like lightning through every muscle.
Whether or not the weapon was dangerous, it remained limitless. Whether or not the weapon was corruptable, it remained present. Whether or not the boy was the weapon, it remained uncertain. The boy waited for the day that he would reach for his cord of sanity... and feel it snap between his fingers.
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