𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑! Shudder the walls of Kain's home, the voice that BOOMS refusing to be muffled by all that rests in the world. 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀.. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔. Speaks the Great Old One, his malevolent power ECHOING within Kain's very bones. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐀. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄.
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Gone he had, and in due time – perhaps his own REVELATIONS would come to light from this, he had told himself.
What else could he lose?
A question, he had asked his consciousness; and it instantly answered him, that tiny voice in his head.
Nothing, he couldn’t lose a damn thing if he had none to begin with – none that made a difference.
So, hear he did, and he heard all he needed to hear, all he WANTED to hear. And that was all that mattered in his crude reality. Judgment mattered little when he cared not what he was viewed as – too long working at the feet of others, too long doing what was best for others.
It was time for him to find himself.
That night, he climbed, and the man that had gone, broken – returned not weary or at a loss of breath from the climb, but different.
DIVINE PERFECTION WAS NOW THE DESIGN OF A NATURAL BORN KILLER.
