by JADON
I’m pinned to the walls.
I’m ready for the ritual.
I’m ready to leave.
I’m ready to die.
They’re just leeches.
They want nothing else from me.
For I am the Scribe.
With a flick of my wrist I can send this world spiraling into the murky abyss.
But I can also clean the slate of mankind’s wrongdoings.
I was nothing before I exposed my abilities to them.
I was a nobody, and now they worship me like a god.
But now they figured out the secret.
The secret that will change everything.
And now I am bound by leather.
And now they’ll paint the walls…
With the blood of the Scribe.