Mara let out a horrifying shriek as the Hunter’s dagger was driven into Vin’s soft pale skin. Death seeped cruelly into the room. All the things that the child would never have the chance to see– ripped away sharply and painfully, like peeling tape off your skin. It left a gruesome gash in Vin’s chest, blood cascading down his side. Mara let out a waterfall of tears when she heard Vin’s ghastly screeching. Shudders engulfed his body as he struggled to take his last breaths. After what seemed like ages of agonizing interval, it all stopped.
The chamber’s hunger was satiated with Vin’s death. Lachrymose anguish hung smugly in the air, feeling full of itself. Death, merciless death, had won. Not only was Vin lost forever, but Mara was defeated. Her spirit snuffed out as effortlessly as a candle. Mara had lost Vin; she’d lost the boy that she’d loved like a son; she’d lost herself. And now, with Vin’s lifeless corpse staring back at her, she felt bested. Bested by death; defeated by death; conquered by death; slaughtered by her own suffering and torment. Vin was gone. Death would not give him back. I am broken, broken beyond repair, she whispered to herself, broken. She murmured it softly, like a chant. Broken, broken, broken. I am broken, broken, broken.
The chamber’s hunger was satiated with Vin’s death. Lachrymose anguish hung smugly in the air, feeling full of itself. Death, merciless death, had won. Not only was Vin lost forever, but Mara was defeated. Her spirit snuffed out as effortlessly as a candle. Mara had lost Vin; she’d lost the boy that she’d loved like a son; she’d lost herself. And now, with Vin’s lifeless corpse staring back at her, she felt bested. Bested by death; defeated by death; conquered by death; slaughtered by her own suffering and torment. Vin was gone. Death would not give him back. I am broken, broken beyond repair, she whispered to herself, broken. She murmured it softly, like a chant. Broken, broken, broken. I am broken, broken, broken.
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