people were always weak, frail, slow, they could never amount to lucifer were they faced with him and the times of st george have long since passed. they had more empathy towards them now than they used to, however. “who kills them? gods or the devil?” now they were slipping more towards curiosity about the other. there was much to be learnt from talks with strangers that only ever started for leaving a bloodtrail behind.
ky wished that he could say that it was gods or even devils, but the reality of the matter was exactly the opposite, ❝ usually themselves. ❞ it was harsh statement, but in all reality, it was the truth,
❝ sometimes it’s disease, but nine out of ten times, it’s humanity. they don’t even need a reason…they just enjoy ending each other’s lives. ❞
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