Page 170 of Godslayer

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And when they scream?

That’s when the spark flows fastest.

I lose track of time. Lose track of bodies.

The ground is slick with it.

The air’s thick with it.

I think I laugh.

No. I know I laugh.

And the war keeps goin’, and I keep unspoolin’, and for the first time in a long time?—

I don’t feel like I’m dyin’.

And on that bone, was born I.

The executioner and the death.

I feel alive.

Andthat… is the problem.

I’m somewhere else. Peace. Quiet. Dark.

The space between worlds.

The silence so loudit roars like a memory.

I step out, back into the fray.

Then out again, into the void.

Into the emptiness.

I walk across the air like a Messiah.

The whole Grand Design bows to me now.

I own this place.

Clara is strapped to a wall, the needle-threading cage pressed up against her body. All the little tubes barely glowin’ a dull-gray color.

I lean down and kiss her.

It pains me to unspool, and only my love for this woman gets me past the urge to keep it all for myself.

She takes it. Her color comin’ back.

Alive.

Saved, once again.

I turn, forcing myself to go back to that body. To be his slave. To keep going—for her.

Half a step later I’m face to face with the Corrupted God.

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