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Story: The Filth Kings

Not so anonymous anymore.

Herringbone

Hades

Flames licked at my skin; I felt no pain. The fire had always been a part of me but now it seared into my flesh that refused to break or burn. Smoke curled around my fingers like Impurity’s touch. I eyed the embers beneath my feet as I stood at the edge of an abyss that shifted into visions of my past.

Faces that I once trusted twisted in betrayal. I turned around and saw Impurity and Jalissa on the other side of hell. I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I didn’t lose at all, although my plan to have me and Impurity’s son step into position once he was of age deterred with Detavio killing me so soon.

My blood, my legacy, a son that no one never knew existed still moved around in the world. His presence would soon be a storm that no one expected. I smirked through charred lips. Everyone thought that they had a happily ever after. My wrath hadn’t died along with me. Soon, the Decebal men would feel what I felt, then burn right along with me.

The End!