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it’s over. gabriel’s alive. he did something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, right? he 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥.
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
You Want To Shield Your Dick? For Fun?
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
You Want To Shield Your Dick? For Fun?
the messenger looked up. his brothers hadn’t said a word to him or each other since they started their trek. “archangel remuiel,” anauel said, looking up. “why are you and brother hashmal so quiet?”
“we are no longer acquaintances.”
“we are no longer acquaintances.”
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
the messenger looked up. his brothers hadn’t said a word to him or each other since they started their trek. “archangel remuiel,” anauel said, looking up. “why are you and brother hashmal so quiet?”
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
it’s still behind them. they can feel its bones circling around the back of their neck. the pressure in the air rises significantly.
the messenger looked up. his brothers hadn’t said a word to him or each other since they started their trek. “archangel remuiel,” anauel said, looking up. “why are you and brother hashmal so quiet?”
“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
you’re burning. you’re on fire in a world built of ice.
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
there’s a formation to it. a curve. it stretches vertically across like the body of a snake.
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”