Foolish boy, always so spirited and defiant, willing to argue, yell and fight the deity. Always a pain in the Entity’s side. Yet, it’s not unwelcome, it proves to be a challenge for the cruel deity A way to test out its abilities further to make the frail body of a human break and bend in such unnatural ways until it snaps. Tendrils manifest around the dead man, writhing as they finish their forms, as the Entity reaches its focus out to them. Unified, all staring down at the ex-Killer. Poised and ready to strike, they linger waiting for the command on the brain to proceed. “You Should Be Used To This By Now, Dear MacMillan,” the voice purrs inside his skull, a few of the tendrils swaying, “Every Time You Be A Brave Little Fleshling And Save Another Morsel You’re Going To Get Punished~” It doesn’t mind the pitiful attempts of being altruistic. More time to break its old favorite puppet. One sweet day it will get that puppet back. One tendril strikes forward, delivering blunt trauma to Evan’s head, enough to knock him off his feet. Others loom over him, laying in wait for the next command. Echoing around, perhaps distorted from the throbbing pain, the deep laugh of the Entity rises. So pathetic, so fragile and breakable. Another tendril shoots out, stabbing through the left leg, severing tendon and shattering the bone due to the force. The other tendrils join in, striking through flesh like crows picking at carrion. Stab after stab, blood pooling beneath the tattered body. The ragged breaths are euphoria in its auditory receptors, dying breaths filling with blood at each pathetic gasp for air. A rattling sound, the body shuddering for one last attempt to breath life into the dying flesh. No avail. “I’ll Be Seeing You Soon~” The voice coos in the fading mind.
