ENTER SANDMAN — open; joining

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Anger, angry.

HA T RE D. Angry. What was this? Destroyed, she was destroyed—it wasn't fair, she had GIFTED THEM why would they do this? How could they do this to her? Pain, there was so much of it and for so long... why did they keep hurting her? She loved them, why would they hurt her? She endured for them, built this for them and yet they could not understand that every footstep they took caused her pain beyond anything else she had ever experienced. The feeling in her chest was deepening, a void filling her lungs as she suffocated from her own creations... those who became god truly suffered at the hands of their creations. It was written in lore and she supposed she should have known. This feeling though, this—

B̴̻͓̊̅̇͊̃͠͝ Ḙ̶͗͗͆ T̵̘̮̪͐͌̀̾̄̀͠ R̴͉͂͊̓̐̕̕͠ Ả̶̡̮̟ Y̴̛̙̌̏̈́̐̓͠ Ả̸̮̬̖̑̑̄̋̈̈́͜ L̴̻͙͇͉͎͇̑͗͜

That is what it was. They had betrayed her, had brought her nothing but their complaints and then took and took, took, took, TOOK until she would have nothing left for them to take. Maybe she should let them, maybe she should let them destroy themselves but... no, NO, she couldn't. The rage that blinded her was too strong, she would not be able to let them destroy themselves; at least, not before letting herself take part in their extinction. Ripping, TEARING the flesh from her bones; skin pulling and dangling as her hatred manifested into something greater, something passionate. This would be her reckoning, they would soon know the pain that she had endured for them... the pain she would continue to endure but now, well, now they would suffer with her. From her bones they were made and it is from her flesh that they shall be dammed. She would ensure it, she would die before she allowed them to destroy her as without her they would have no place... she had birthed them, she would WATCH THEM DIE.

Then they were, they were.

Existence, it was not something they were familiar with—the sensations coursing over their body ( their b o d y ) were strange and unwelcome; it was too much all at once, too much to take in and understand. It felt wrong, they felt wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen, they weren't supposed to be and yet... here they were, standing before destruction, standing before humanity. Humanity? Humane? Lies—lies, lies, lies—were they the monster? No, not here, not before THEM. What were they? ANGER, why were they so angry? There were so many questions they had to ask, so many thoughts that ran through their mind. A mind that should not, in fact, exist. So why did it? They could feel their jaw unhinging and their tongue lolling from their mouth, this was strange but it felt right ( Wrong? They could not decide... were they supposed to know? ) no that wasn't right. No, no, no, no they weren't right; however, they were unsure if that made them an abomination. Did it?

"No, no, made of flesh—made from me."

They paused, eyes shifting to a sign hanging above the carnation—

Чорно́биль

CHERNOBYL

"матушка?"

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THIRTY-TWO YEARS they had existed and not a moment truly felt real. It felt as though they were floating through " life " powered by one thought and one thought alone: retribution. For what? No, no, that was a question they had already A N S W E R E D but it was confusing, everything was so FUCKING CONFUSING disorganized and they couldn't understand why it was that way. They had purpose, that was not something they had ever questioned but it was their very being that had always had their mind adrift—lost into the void of a place they would never truly connect with. They never questioned what they were sent to do, however, they always wished to know of what they had come from; their mother, what was it? ( NO. NO THEY KNEW THIS, THEY KNEW IT, THEY KNEW IT, THEY KNEW IT, T H E Y D I D! ) Their flesh, their blood, their origin was so disconnected and far that it seemed... fantasy. Fictional.

They lived in a void, steps away from the living and yet steps from dying.

What was this place called?

Paws clawing at the dirt, ripping the stone apart as they forced themselves forward through the destruction of the green—why, why, why, why—ruination, RUINATION... every part that made this place beautiful was decimated in the footsteps of humanity. The voice had told them to come here, to find the city built upon beauty and to tear it apart brick by brick until there was nothing left but the blood of those who dared to defile it—her—like so many times before. Pressing their seed where it didn't belong, this was their purpose. They had no being if they focused hard enough, maybe that is as it should be... it had no reason to question it's purpose, had no reason to believe beyond that and while the thoughts were there, they had no place. The anger inside of them, this anger around them, it was all they needed. Right? RIGHT, RIGHT, YES.

The oil from their skin leaked over the floor, blackening the intrusion as the beast itself tore the bricks from the stairs—THEY'D TEAR EVERY SINGLE ONE FROM IT. The pyramid haunted them in the distant, taunting them and they could feel her inside of them... churning, boiling, and pounding away as it's jaw fell open and a snarl slipped out. Sand stuck to their body, molding into their being as they crept through the oasis ( beautiful, they would make it beautiful again ) towards the intrusive BASTARDS buildings settled upon it. Tongue lolling, eyes bulging, they could feel the desire to destroy slamming against them—they had to, had to, had to. She wanted them to and they wished to as well, it was their purpose. This was it.

Created from bone they were, no, no, they were of  f l e s h and the beast would destroy, would take just as they have. Flesh decayed and as did bones, yes... no? NO. They paused, maw hanging open as they twisted their body in the direction of what had sounded like voice—alone? There were feet, they could hear them in the distant... feet? Paws. Paws? Who was talking? Loud. Loud. TOO LOUD. They snarled as they lowered their body to the ground, this place had been left behind, hadn't it? They were sure, so very sure. The blood across the sand told them that whomever once roamed no longer lived and they were never wrong; who now inhabited the abomination? Who now damaged what had been given?

"Вранье, вранье, вранье—появиться."