There is blackness and smoke, and a darkness that cannot be described. Pain, there is also pain, as steel crashes into my stomach, spilling organs and blood onto the charred ground. As I look up, I see the darkness has a definite form, alien, yet so very familiar.
The darkness approaches, purposefully slowing to prolong the definite encounter. I look up, and where a body should stand, all I can see is blackness. It motions to something in its hand, and I see a chain, a silver seashell dangling at the end . . .
I glare at the darkness, choking up blood.
It is coming closer now, preparing to deal the final death blow.
Its arm is raised, it is bringing the weapon down, now. I have only a few precious moments of life left.
It is bringing the weapon closer.
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