“O’ fallen angel, you have fallen further down into the Abyss.” Necrop muttered, utilizing her magic to somehow heal the slash wound that had been inflicted on her earlier. “With thou demise, I see no reason to doubt oneself anymore.”

“Their life flashed before their eyes, cord around their neck that choked out their oxygen, their cries.”

”Them.”

She eerily cackled to herself, the limp body dangling from a cord against a pole signaling her victory. Her hallucinations must’ve worked, a newfound power gained from her own loss of sanity…right? Necrop felt a surge of emotions dwell in her chest, as her persona of being a “deity” broke, as she collapsed onto her knees.

“…what have I done, anyway…? I won, but…” She sighed, ashamed. Her brutality during her journey of death, ridding monsters of what was once the human’s endless cycle of dust and shedded blood, but now of her own. “No Yaweh bullshit could talk me out of what I just did.”

She’s showing herself bare in terms of emotions. “The world was a mistake, this wasn’t what I yearned for. No beautiful yet tragic ending, just…me, and their body hanging over there.”

Necrop shook her head. Would anyone even try to help her, even if she were to re-enter her Yaweh persona?