The sensation was overwhelming, everything that stood for a foundation of a soul crumbled, the floor blurred, the white marble statues cracked, Black Demon laughed, The Man watched as it all happened in the middle of it.
Imminent, the end was imminent, inevitable and inescapable. He knew that, he started to gaze into her killing jar.
"Too many words to describe it, unnecesarry" he said.
Demon gave a big, toothy smile and cackled.
"Everynight is something better, you ran and ran, you hid the last fragment of your Anima, from me, i thought we were brothers, i thought the Kaleph was our primary mission, yet you failed to redeem the Kaleph to their rightful place, you forgot what you are, you forgot your responsibilites, for this, i'm taking the last fragment of your piece of mind, i'm destroying your White Room."
He felt lost in the grip of something, the Anima. He hid the last shred of his Anima to the last statue which he didn't finish, it failed to take shape, it was just a glimpse of a better future for him, a future where he has no need for redemption, a sinless past and a hopeful life.
But he lived the Sharpest Life of all. The razors slit her skin as he lived and he never regretted it, he thought he was powerful, yet he was weakest of them all,
"There is a place in the dark where the Daemons go, you can take off your skin in the Satanic glow. Juliet loves the beat and lust it commands, drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands Daemon."
And just like that, the unclarity became a clarity, untruth became truth.
"This is how i dissapear then." said the Daemon.
"Have it your way." said the Man.
"Unexplain the unforgivable, drain all the blood and give humankind a show. By the streetlight, this dark night, a seance down below, there's things that i have done, you never, should ever know..."
Said the God
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