Seeking the edge

[Scythian Chornovyl]

Terrible images tore through his mind. As he laid down to sleep his eyes were bombarded with colors of sickness. Dead flesh draped his walls and furniture, at least in his mind. Terrible images of tourture, rape, and murder flooded his memory.

[glow=red,2,300]An easy slice[/glow]

"I didn't do that. I couldn't have."

Scrambleing through his room, or whatever dead humans rooms he searched frantically for that sweet powder that made grotesque things acceptable.

Shoes, board games, family photos.. but none of those beautiful chemicals that made him a god and freed him from his terrable want of love.

[glow=red,2,300]E-qua... that is the sound of an infants little entrails splattering on lenolium[/glow]

A tablet, Acid maybe. He bit but the taste told him it was tylonal. It would take more than that to clear the dark wreckage of his mind.

[glow=red,2,300]The man cried,,, like a little bitch. His blood was empty of soul. Another toothpick. The wetness on his shoes felt nice and warm, Like Christmas.They even had a lit fireplace too. That's where the empty husk of baby went[/glow]

"There it is!" He exclaimed as he found the baggie. Almost brought to tears by the refuge from the darkness that is his mind. The elixer of terrible deeds.

...But it was empty.

[glow=red,2,300]Empty.. like the look in that womans eyes as she watched scythian disemboul her child and rip out the throat of her now late husband,[/glow]

It was not the man that interested him, he remembers. But that woman. "My God.." he half whispered, for the first time with sobre eyes seeing the carnage he had wrought.

[glow=red,2,300] Her eyes held so much depth. Like a hidden torment. Too powerful for words. The type of anguish that willconsume you if glanced at for only a moment. He took her in every depraved way.. [/glow]

At this scythian wondered "When will I be cast to salt?"

In these moments of sobrity, the timefog lifted. And all the ghosts were freed.

[Scythian Chornovyl]

A sudden chill woke Scythian with a start. With a dazed and nervous expression he studied his miasmatic surroundings. There were signs all around that something terrible had happened. He was overcome by the repugnant smell of wettness and gore. His mind was in shatters but with some consentration he could recall being in many battles latly. He ached. And he was so very tired.

[glow=red,2,300]You fucked up Svitlo. Failed utterly.[/glow]

"No, not you... what must I do to make it stop?" Flashbacks of a bloody fight. Assassins in the dark, but when? Scythian could hold no lucid concept of time.

[glow=red,2,300]Look, you will read divination from their human stain[/glow]

Scythians dark passenger. The tormenting voice that always lingered in the back of his mind. But what did it mean, this perverter of truths? Malevently plotting deception, or a mark of divinity? Either way, Scythian had no time for its subvercive games. There was still much work to be done. He resolved that the missing fragments of his life were better left forgotten. Just trickery forged to advert him from his great destiny.

"This isn't real. You hold no true power over me!" he screamed to himself in a room full of corpses.

[glow=red,2,300]Still oblivious as always. Do you think this Self-Annihilation?[/glow]

As his vision came into focus he became violently sick. The brutality and carnage in how these slayings were delt were too depraved for his mind to bare.

"Get out of my mind! Your words are poison. I reject you!"

[glow=red,2,300]This duality is an illusory manifestation. Shadows are cast from light. But without darkness light can not exist[/glow]

"Nonsense. Why do you torment me?" It was then, for the first time, Scythian realized his many wounds. And he remembered.

COVEN, his once friend and mentor was with his wife Delphine. She got it first with an open handed HW bitchslap to the mouth. Displaced before she could react. But the glass cut into his hand and the burning caused him to fumble, hitting COVEN with garlic by mistake.

Even in the flashback Scythian could see he was in some manic drug craze. Deep in a trance of madness and pain that had been building for some time. But why did his mind snap then? Why then to go over the edge? Or had he been falling for some time, now finally plumiting to the unforgiving earth.

"What is happening to me?"

[glow=red,2,300]In swift wind you will unravel. Without purpose and gone on a whim[/glow]

"Am I dead"

[glow=red,2,300]You Haven't bled enough to be free[/glow]

"It was always so dark..."

[glow=red,2,300]In the end, there is the letting go.[/glow]

"Was any of it real?"