"soul Death." Part Of A Dream.

[AntiHero]

..........It started as a dull throb that sharpened as it waned. A feeling of emptiness filling his very being, the great strength of atrophie causing his muscles to bulge with great nothingness. In his veins the flow of ice water brought the great agony of burning. He weakened and started to collapse. The tip of The Great Sword dropped into the mud causing great cracks in the earth to lance in every direction. The pistol at his hip bore the weight of a wrought iron cannon. His bones started to bend, sending wavelike fractures throughout his body. As the pressure became too great he collapsed to his knees, then to the ground where he could only writhe about in silent, painless agony.

He started seeing visions. Reality started to distort itself as his eyes bled invisisble blood. His ears were pierced by a great inaudible ringing. Greater than the tolling of a thousand silent church bells, or the klaxons of a hundreds or sirens. His mouth strained under his immense lack of sensation. It felt as though his teeth were going to shatter against a wad of cotton that did not exist. He breathed vacuum and shuddered with each breath.

His destroyed body wracked by sobs; he lay there, eyes closed, inaudibly begging for oblivion. He felt the cracks of nothingness spread from where his sword dropped. He knew the cracks contained those who were part of his life. Those he had loved. Those he had vanquished. The icy eyes of his prize faded into an infernal nothingness. He was consumed by the void.

Though the fabric of reality he fell. Past the grey husks of human wreckage that floated like driftwood stars in the black sky. Dead, obliterated skyscrapers and towers seemed to ascend past him. His failed dreams, ambitions, and accomplishments. His great steel beast, long abandoned fell beside him then shrank into an ingot. The great sword plunged alongside him, out of reach. Denied the only thing that could tear a hole in this

universe stop his fateful plunge. His will plunged beside him and into nothingness.

He awoke on a beach that spanned eternity, with a black sky filled with the decaying husks of buildings and the remnants of human wreckage. Before him stood two girls, each the age of five. Both with pale skin, and piercing blue eyes. One had hair of fire. The other had bore the color of a snow laden sky. He did not know these familiar faces. Reality was fractured. He was weakened. He could not stand. His existence was nihilistic pain. The Great Sword was the only thing that could help support him as he pulled himself before the two girls. He knew he was truly alone...

[Lanaia]

..........It started as a dull throb that sharpened as it waned. A feeling of emptiness filling his very being, the great strength of atrophie causing his muscles to bulge with great nothingness. In his veins the flow of ice water brought the great agony of burning. He weakened and started to collapse. The tip of The Great Sword dropped into the mud causing great cracks in the earth to lance in every direction. The pistol at his hip bore the weight of a wrought iron cannon. His bones started to bend, sending wavelike fractures throughout his body. As the pressure became too great he collapsed to his knees, then to the ground where he could only writhe about in silent, painless agony.

He started seeing visions. Reality started to distort itself as his eyes bled invisisble blood. His ears were pierced by a great inaudible ringing. Greater than the tolling of a thousand silent church bells, or the klaxons of a hundreds or sirens. His mouth strained under his immense lack of sensation. It felt as though his teeth were going to shatter against a wad of cotton that did not exist. He breathed vacuum and shuddered with each breath.

His destroyed body wracked by sobs; he lay there, eyes closed, inaudibly begging for oblivion. He felt the cracks of nothingness spread from where his sword dropped. He knew the cracks contained those who were part of his life. Those he had loved. Those he had vanquished. The icy eyes of his prize faded into an infernal nothingness. He was consumed by the void.

Wow! Mouth wide open! Speechless!

Though the fabric of reality he fell. Past the grey husks of human wreckage that floated like driftwood stars in the black sky. Dead, obliterated skyscrapers and towers seemed to ascend past him. His failed dreams, ambitions, and accomplishments. His great steel beast, long abandoned fell beside him then shrank into an ingot. The great sword plunged alongside him, out of reach. Denied the only thing that could tear a hole in this

universe stop his fateful plunge. His will plunged beside him and into nothingness.

He awoke on a beach that spanned eternity, with a black sky filled with the decaying husks of buildings and the remnants of human wreckage. Before him stood two girls, each the age of five. Both with pale skin, and piercing blue eyes. One had hair of fire. The other had bore the color of a snow laden sky. He did not know these familiar faces. Reality was fractured. He was weakened. He could not stand. His existence was nihilistic pain. The Great Sword was the only thing that could help support him as he pulled himself before the two girls. He knew he was truly alone...