Feral Passion
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Epilogue
Life.
The very word was fragile, as if using it, risking it, would break the word into small pieces, forever lost to the one who had dared to push so far. But then, it held strength. For those who believed in the force that kept the world full, prosperous, giving life to new beings.
Precarious, dangerous, undecided. Mere words that described life, while the actions that had ensued portrayed them.
Death.
It was The End.
The final destination met by either accomplishment, or failure. Who’s to decide whether you should be worthy of torturous death, or sweet solace of the afterlife? What had happened, if you had been sentenced to the black depths of eternity, forever lost?
Was it by your doing?
The blade that you pulled, what had it caused you to do?
Judge, jury, executioner, was it someone other’s demise that you administered...or your own?
Sequel coming soon.
The End