do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep
Black sludge oozed from the man's mouth as darkness clutched at his insides just as surely as invisible hands clutched at his throat. His face darkened, eyes bulging horribly as he drew blood from Amalia. There was no accompanying look of satisfaction however. The last thing Ronin and Amalia would see, if they looked as Ronin's supernova expanded in star-bright brilliance, was the father's head snapping to the side. The click of his neck breaking was eaten up by the roar of energy the Star's blast created, but somehow it echoed ever more loudly for all the noise.
Wound healed, when Ronin and Amalia were able to see again, they'd be left with two dead bodies and the weighty smugness of the darkness lingering all around them.
Wound healed, when Ronin and Amalia were able to see again, they'd be left with two dead bodies and the weighty smugness of the darkness lingering all around them.
do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there, i did not die
LONGNiGht
