I was the Reaper and he was the Ghost, and his soul was long overdue for collection
-You are going to die many times my friend- I wispered to him- And many more after I am king.-I fuck kings
He ended the world because it was not to his liking and here I am challenging the same monster for a fifteen-year-old rat from the slums
The greywastes was a basin overflowing with insanity, the very earth underneath me was only surviving because it was too mad to know it had died
The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but he just looked like the same devil to me
And with the smallest intake of breath he had painted me a picture. Ash that stung your tongue like poisoned snowflakes and breaths of air that burned your lungs without fire
The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but just looked like the same devil to me
