Within days - hours, if he failed to hurt himself badly enough - his body would heal itself, totally and completely. Agony, such blissful agony, would consume him. The razor-sharp bone shards would cut his injured, swollen organs and those organs would burst like water balloons his skin would rip from the excess fluid and this time the lifeblood that drained would be his own.
"Not yet." A few more seconds of anticipation, of knowing most of his bones would shatter on contact. The supernatural force he battled every damned minute of every damned day. The tempting whisper in the back of his mind, the dark entity that craved unspeakable evil. He and his friends had defiantly opened it all those centuries ago now he and his friends were the box, each holding a demon inside himself. Mortals knew dimOuniak as Pandora's box he knew it as the source of his eternal downfall. From favor to dishonor, beloved to despised. Once an immortal warrior to the gods, he was now a Lord of the Underworld, possessed by one of the many spirits formerly locked inside dimOuniak. This was what he was, what he would always be. So many times he'd prayed for absolution, relief from his daily torment and the demon inside him responsible.relief from his utter dependence on self-mutilation. So many times he'd come here, wishing for things that could never be. Every stroke of hair against that phantom evidence of life and death was like kindling thrown into the fire of his blazing guilt.
Thousands of years, and I'm still reduced to this.įrigid wind blustered, ruffling his hair in every direction, tickling his bare chest, the hated butterfly etched up onto his neck and the remembered lifeblood splattered there. He gazed down at the gloomy, waiting void beneath him, the taunting ground opening its arms as if begging to embrace him. Above him, moonlight seeped red and yellow from the sky, blood mixed with fickle gold, dark mixed with light, wounds freshly cut in the endless expanse of black velvet. REYES STOOD on the roof of his Budapest fortress, five stories up, his feet balanced precariously on the highest ledge. To Kemmie Tolbert, an amazing woman who loves books as much as I do
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