Page 54 of Unhinged Omega

like everything good

mine

she is mine

was always mine

will always be mine

but white-hair has her

demon in red

he reeks of blood and steel

unworthy

wrong

so am i

but she chose me

she wanted to come to me

and he grabbed her from the sky

roar splits night air

slam iron fist into dirt walls

again and again

must get out

must reach her

must protect

must consume

want to drink her light

breathe her song

more humans gather above

pointing

whispering

their words mean nothing

their fear means nothing

their meat means nothing

only she matters

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