Read my words carefully. The marks that you’ve made on your forearm – they sting a bit, don’t they? But you shouldn’t mind that. Instead, focus on the warmth of your blood slowly running down your skin. It is the price you pay for power. A bit of your own life, given up freely – and for that you gain the ability to create. Or, in this case, to destroy. Because this is why you’ve decided to read my writings, isn’t it? Probably to take revenge on someone who wronged you? Don’t worry. I’m not here to judge you and your reasons – I’m only here to teach you.
Fantasy and Reality, part 1
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