Up until now, I’ve been polite. If you say anything else- ONE WORD- I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds it’s destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my Black Throne, I will lash together a machine of blood and bone- and fueled by my hated for you- this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and yours.
When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming- as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will appear above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip from the widening maw in my new form, you catch only a glimpse of my radiance before everything you hold dear to your heart is incinerated, all rendered into ash.
I will see you. Stumbling, blind and dumb- soiling yourself in the light as you bumble through the ruins, and as tears of bubbling pitch slide down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths…
And I will sing the song that ends your world.