Numb.I am too numb to move, too numb to scream, too numb to even comprehend the horror unfolding before me. The air is thick with screams, cries for mercy, pleas for repentance and I feel nothing.Blood.The blood pooling at my feet is nothing compared to the rivers of red coursing through the mud. Limbs, faces, lives… all undone without a single touch, without a single motion from the man at the center of this storm.He.This place, meant to be my grave, my punishment, suddenly looks like hell itself and at its heart stands the creator. The Satan.Him.Hands shoved into his pockets, broad back turned to me, standing calm, unreadable. He does nothing but look, and they claw at his feet. They scream. They beg. “Mercy… mercy…”Yet he gives none.I blink through the haze fogging my senses. Desperate to see more, to see him more, I push my failing body to raise my eyes. But the edges of my vision are already darkening. My strength is leaving me like sand through trembling fingers.And th
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