Bash Ghost @thelurkerinthewire@kafuka.me

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Rage

He descended from the heavens silhouetted by the morning sun. All I can see clearly of him is his shining red eyes. He says my soul is forfeit. I ask to which soul is he referring. He did not laugh. He instead loosed beams of energy. I dodged, they followed. Hit my heart and shattered it to pieces. He tells me my soul is his. I laugh.

"So what can save you now?"