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It was worse than hell
in fact it made hell a reprieve
how much of his life had been stripped from his soul?
months? centuries?
Was she the first to be his partner? or simply the last?
He was a weapon, one that was field stripped with apathy at any sign of meaningful knowledge.
How many smiles were shaken from his face as a sword ran through him?
He knew that he’d probably never know, now that she was dead.
He didn’t know if he should be glad, all he felt now was a rage that he felt could defy the God that put him here.
He knew however, that if there was a God that put him here, he would likely never meet them.
He was sure of this, until he met the residents of the tower.