Walker - F

Kill.

The world was quiet, the rustling of reeds in the midday light was the only thing that graced his ears with sound.

Dethrone.

But it wasn't sound that made his blood boil, made his insides light afire with rage. Life, twisted and replaced over and over.

Life that he found himself ripping open at the seams when he so felt the ability. At his behest.

Eviscerate.

To make sure, at long last that it never came back, blessed be or not. That it was snuffed out. Forever.

Devour.

The reeds on the wind gave him the calmest sense of mind, a demeanor that rarely graced the beast, with a terribly nauseating sense of silence. A silence that reminded him of death, a death he could perhaps never feel himself. Or maybe so? His job here was simple, but his life barely just.

End.

End it all, for them, for him, for everything in between.

The world revolved around his spindly finger, a thread cast astray on the wind as puppets played at his feet.

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