Witchtober 2

[air_n_darkness]

Do you feel the weight? The cold? Do you see this for what it is, a calling, a blessing, an open door to an existence previously unconsidered? Stop twitching, now, stop your mewling. You beg respite and forgiveness from the very one who tore you asunder in their worship. Have you no pride? No steel left within that broken form? Will you prove yourself as much a waste of death as you were of life? Dishonor you gods and your mother for want of a soul? You will not, for I will not allow it.

I do not create failures.