(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

The serpent writhes in my breast again, its fangs biting into my heart, filling
it to bursting with its poison. The tears come, running down my cheeks in
streams, his words echoing...
"Only you. ONLY you."
My eyes snap open - it is HIS voice! I whirl, and I gasp; he stands, powerful, in
the shadows, and he strides into the light of the drifting candle globes. I feel
the serpent writhing and DYING, its hiss weakening with each step. His face,
stern, but somewhere, in those features, I can almost see his pleasure at
seeing me. After all, he returned for m-
"Only you can help me, Deionarra. But it was wrong for me to ask you for
your help..."
Something was wrong-
"Deionarra..."
The name is sweet on his lips, like the first waters of spring trickling over the
stones, and he strides from like light, gray-skinned like a statue-
Oh powers above, am I that scarred?! My/his body looks like it had been
bathed in knife blades, the wounds, the tattoos, horrible-
Beautiful.
How can she SEE me in such a way?! Can't she see the dark sneer, the cruel
ice in his eyes? She dresses a CLOAK over my features, she sees me in such
light, such terrible longing, light... for she... how can she FEEL such...?
I feel my vision tearing, doubling until I am that man striding from the light,
it is Deionarra's experience, and it is mine, and it is his...
"I asked too much of you to accompany me, Deionarra. I have no right to
place you in such danger for my sake..."
The girl trembles as she looks up at me, mewling like a broken kitten. I had
broken many men... some were hard as stone, but enough blows would
shatter them so that they might be rebuilt into something better. Others
were like metal, and persistent hammering would work them into a new,
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