Hands reach forward, roaring, screaming, twisting and writhing until they're no longer recognizable as human, insatiable and endless. Blind in purpose and permanent in consequence, the automaton of retribution rushes forward, its appearance belying its true monstrous identity and form. There is no scream as gashes are torn into delicate memories, no sound as the strings that hold life itself together are pulled and cut, no words as memories are ground into dust from between the beast’s jaws. The beast leaves no remains, consuming all in its path: past, present, and future. It does not leave its prey’s name behind, nor their identity; it swallows their very selves, bones and all. Punishment is swift and cold: there are no concessions to be made here. After all, the beast sees no reason to remember, no cause for sentimentality for its own prey whose existence was a mere flicker in the wind. When the dust settles and it retreats, there is nothing left. |
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