30. Blood, God, Nymph
Ragna
I was burning. My blood ignited inside of me and I’m suddenly sunlight and starlight combined. Burning and being burned from the inside out and it bled out of me like an open chest wound. A fire insisted to burn in the pits of my being. Insisted on existing in the depths of my soul, reminding me of the being inside of me that existed and was hidden for so long.
More than that, I wanted the world to burn as much as I was burning, the throng of humans and monsters could barely touch me, could barely come closer as I held her limp body. Everything was loud, thrumming in my eardrums and quaking, but it took me a ferocious bang from a human gun to make me realize that I was shouting. I was the one emitting the horribly loud sound in my ears.
An old story my fathe
