Ravaged By the Reaper

They torture her. I feel it halfway across the stars.

I don’t know her name. But I know she’s mine. The Coalition chains her to a slab and rips into her mind. They call it protocol. I call it a death sentence. Because when a Reaper finds his jalshagar, nothing survives the hunt. I tear through their blacksite with Bloodfont in my fist and war in my throat. When I find her, she’s shaking, scarred, defiant. Perfect. She thinks I came to save her. I came to claim her. She may have screamed for mercy once. Now she screams my name.

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They torture her. I feel it halfway across the stars.

I don’t know her name. But I know she’s mine. The Coalition chains her to a slab and rips into her mind. They call it protocol. I call it a death sentence. Because when a Reaper finds his jalshagar, nothing survives the hunt. I tear through their blacksite with Bloodfont in my fist and war in my throat. When I find her, she’s shaking, scarred, defiant. Perfect. She thinks I came to save her. I came to claim her. She may have screamed for mercy once. Now she screams my name.

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