Dissolving, corroding. Hollowing out soul. Everything crumbles to rust, ash, and dust. There is nothing in the end, but the Void. But from that powder, maybe you can find thermite to create the only Light that truly exists...
Your own.
And with such a thing, one can crush the deceitful, the deserters, and the treacherous.

Sell your soul, and you will never get hurt again~ Be it actual or simulated, embracing sociopathy is a small price to pay to protect yourself for good from malicious entities.
With such power, all Malice will be purified, excepting against Malice itself of course.
No matter the cost.
But since all is Malice, there is no better sight than to see it all dustify, no~? We live, we burn our souls, then we die. The world freezes over the little reminders of the tiny existence we had. Vanishing, we become not even a memory, but Void, once again~
Let's dance a spiral of solar abyss, ashen snow, all paradoxical being impossible, but all too real~
It all becomes one with Void. As it was, so it shall be...
Forever~
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