Writ's death had to be the most satisfying out of all of them. I ripped off his wings and threw him down toward the Earth. After he crashed, I was surprised to see he was still alive. As he was on the ground, I surrounded him in a poison so strong that not even he could resist it. He was too busy choking to say his last words, but if he did, I imagine he would say,
"I'm sorry for betraying you all... I never deserved to have friends as great as you anyways. Maybe I deserve this death, after all..."
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Erasure
Fantasy*I highly recommend you read my short story, Imprisoned, before reading this one* A nameless girl finds herself in an unknown location with no choice but to follow the directions of a manipulative voice inside her head, ultimately leading her to a b...
