Endless Spiral of Tragedy in a Weaving Black Maze

Endless Spiral of Tragedy in a Weaving Black Maze by BLOOD

Many hundreds of years before he attacked me
he had lost his own humanity as well
A man who has been made immortal must forever spin the threads of sorrow from his own agony
fashioning his own criminal garments that collect infinitely upon one another
he forever seeks out his next victim
He too was a victim, and I was merely his offering to the alter of darkness
And if that is so, have I no choice but to fashion an offering of my own to save myself as well?
I fear that, like him, I will only be overtaken by this spiral again…

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