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The Mark fucking throbbed. It acted as a lifeline, yet pumped poison through his bloodstream. He knew this, yet didn’t let it stop him; didn’t let it stop him from getting as far as hurting him.
He, the only one who fought through Hell for him, who abandoned Heaven for him, who had saved his life countless times, now a bloody pulp.
Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind, heading down to the bathroom. He could’ve easily turned around, but he didn’t.
He pushed forward, the Mark driving him.
So he told himself; all whilst denying the fact that deep inside him, a monster was clawing his way back out, raking it’s razor-sharp nails against his will.
He didn’t dare let himself recount the recent events. He pushed forward.
Just like he always does.

His head fucking throbbed. He knew it should’nt, how if he really wanted to, he wouldn’t have to feel the pain. AHe also knew that the fickle, mundane remanents of human emotion didn’t work that way. Their bond ran deep, profound, he recalled. The tie he had with him never let up; especially not now.
He laid hands upon him in the most wrathful of ways, more wrathful than the day in the barn, more wrathful than he ever remembered. The Righteous Man was running out of time.
As for himself, he was hopeless.
Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he lied there. He could’ve easily fought back, pushed him down, threatened to take his life, but he didn’t.
He instead reincountered the recent events and pondered their outcome, just like he always does.
He let the tears fall, fall down in numbers.
Just like he always does.

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The Mark fucking throbbed. It acted as a lifeline, yet pumped poison through his bloodstream. He knew this, yet didn’t let it stop him; didn’t let it stop him from getting as far as hurting him.
He, the only one who fought through Hell for him, who abandoned Heaven for him, who had saved his life countless times, now a bloody pulp.
Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind, heading down to the bathroom. He could’ve easily turned around, but he didn’t.
He pushed forward, the Mark driving him.
So he told himself; all whilst denying the fact that deep inside him, a monster was clawing his way back out, raking it’s razor-sharp nails against his will.
He didn’t dare let himself recount the recent events. He pushed forward.
Just like he always does.

His head fucking throbbed. He knew it should’nt, how if he really wanted to, he wouldn’t have to feel the pain. AHe also knew that the fickle, mundane remanents of human emotion didn’t work that way. Their bond ran deep, profound, he recalled. The tie he had with him never let up; especially not now.
He laid hands upon him in the most wrathful of ways, more wrathful than the day in the barn, more wrathful than he ever remembered. The Righteous Man was running out of time.
As for himself, he was hopeless.
Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he lied there. He could’ve easily fought back, pushed him down, threatened to take his life, but he didn’t.
He instead reincountered the recent events and pondered their outcome, just like he always does.
He let the tears fall, fall down in numbers.
Just like he always does.