Cruel Fate

[Heuschrecke]

Illusions.

Everything from the moment the vile liquid was plungered into her body was surreal. Everything except the sheer agony from her injuries. Her pain senses had become amplified and it was almost unbearable. Every nerve, every inch of her body cried out for relief, every new teardrop taking the place of another that had fallen down. The screams echoed around the room, with little escaping out into the corridors of Kaarst. All while she experienced the pain, his smile remained. That smile cut deeper than any wound, seeing her own flesh and blood so heartless, so dark. And yet he preached of joining the Light, to serve it without question, to bear it as one would a gift bestowed by a friend.

She lost track of his voice amidst the swirling vibrancy of the room around her as she descended down a pit of falsehoods and warped perception. Lights danced in her eyes, and shadows became the forms of monsters that clawed at her. Each gash felt real, only adding to her torments as the blood trickled from each, the metallic smell rising up to her nose. Every moment felt an eternity, and every eternity just delaying death by another.

Her warped perception saw her bathed in her own blood, it pooling beneath her. In her mind, she lifted her shaking hands and stared at them, the world in front of her spiralling as she felt the life drain from inside. Her eyes snapped open, the silent scream from within as she awoke from the first living nightmare, only to become one with the next. This next became one in an endless cycle of pain, torment and death. A whisper, almost pleading from her: "Let it end... Please..."

"There is only one end, dear sister."