Ptitell

No! Not the hydra! Wolf! Wolf save me! Don™t you believe me? I was their hostage! I™d never kill a sheriff! Such a nice hat– Wait, no I™m not evil! I don™t even know this land, how can I ally myself with it? Look at the mask, look at my face, I™m not a monster! GODS CLASHING! THE HYDRA! NO FRIENDS FORGIVE ME MY GOD DEMANDS YOUR BLOOD! And now another comes to claim my free will. Tell me, when shall I be free? The good one is dead and has been taken by a monster to melt into a sadist™s toy. My child has killed the innocent mother, and all think me a madman or worse. Even my friends think me dead. Why can™t I stay that way? Why can™t I just sleep? All I want is sleep. Tyller™s beast had known. It had known exactly the hell it locked the boy in. In the world Foonsune Sheenai, known to some as the Mylloch devil, created for his final victim the damned fool would live his life out again, only he™d never return from that last journey home. He™d step out of reality, out of memory, into a world controlled by Sheenai, a world where the boy could watch as the monster ruined his existence practically by accident and all that the fool loved died without him, afraid and abandoned by everything that they™d once loved. Dying unloved and forgotten by what had once protected them. And the sweetest part of the curse, the most wondrous bit! Immortality. As the fiend fused some of his flesh to the slayer, he directed all the power he could find to forcing the body to eternally repair itself. Nothing could destroy the victim now. Not his brother™s terrified screams, not the healing that the meddler who reawakened the energies Foonsune had forced to sleep, not even that dancing prick with the golden fingers, though he™d try the hardest. Let my chains now cuff your wrists. Let my hands erase that face of yours. Let my mind now change your memory, confuse what you know, confuse who you are, confuse what you see. I will never be able to fight again. I will never be able to live once more. The healer is preventing me from killing here but in your mind you shall die. And again. And again. And again. Maybe you™ll win the fight one day. Maybe if I let you. But you™ll never be free. I™ll never leave you to peace.