The Corrupted
He's hurt so many. He's killed so many more. He enjoys it. He takes pleasure in their suffering. He loves to watch them plead, to watch them beg. He loves to look into their eyes and see their tears, see their pain. And then he loves to see the light fade from their eyes as their heart stops beating and their bodies go limp.
With her, he can do that without killing. He can make the spark in her eyes die with the smallest word. Each time, his sick joy grows.
He's taken my body, he's taken my status, he's taken my reputation, and he's taken my abilities. With them, he's contorted me into a monster. He's created something evil, something wickeder than I could have possibly imagined.
But he hasn't taken my mind. He cannot take my thoughts. He has not taken my soul.
He hurt her. He broke her. But her soul is still alive, her mind is still awake. I once thought there was no escape from my prison. But I know better now.
Run, Calluna. Run!
She did.
And at that moment I knew. Calluna will be my escape.
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Calluna
Fantasy"Be gentle now, you bastards," Prince Atreus commands. "You're handling the next Queen of Oculi." "Please, tell me what's going on." Even from here, I can see the cruel smile that grows across Prince Atreus's face. "You have purple eyes, my dear." H...
