Fainting am I? How could I not, no. It feels off, what is this? Pain. Is it really pain?
I see people, who are they?
Why are they here? Surely I just fainted no. My family they, they need me.
I need to keep their graves clean. Why, why, why.
His eyes. No my eyes are failing, bluring ensues, no. This. This is how it never was supposed to go. Why is this.
Its all a nightmarae, a damn one. I need to wake up.
Blackness, its all so cold.
*****
Darkness envelops him, was it all ending so abrupt. No, he cannot stand it, 'why, why has I experienced so much death'.
'Was I made to suffer like I did.'
'But of course I was yes, yes itself. Yes. Why else. '
"Wake up".
*****
And I was standing again, upright, no death. But is death, I am death. Opening his eyes he could see.
I looked at his body, a third perspective was in sight. A truck had collided with him and splattered him like a tomato.
It feels off, I was dead now im standing over him. Laughing.
"hehehee, ahahah, HAAHHAHAHA" He looked at the shrivled body gasping for air as its losing its life. "So that is how it is, youu are me, but I am not you. Be free, and rest in destined death."
Taking his left hand to his mouth upon opening his mouth, his teeth turned into sharp knifes. Using these he bit down onto his thumb which on impact started bleeding.
Using the oppertunity he let the blood fall on the backside of his righthand, marking a ritual, letting a spell into motion.
"By the shadows' breath and the reaper's blade,
To the abyss you are laid.
In the name of fate's cruel scythe,
Rest in destined death, the end of life."
The end of the chant put the ritual into motion making runic spell created in the palm of his hand. Immedietaly upon its release, the target of his past was dead.
Now all that exist was himself.
The Nightmare of Death. The greatest evil to ever walk bare on this worlds two ends.