With a grunt, Imperator Daemonium acts. Discoloured liquids spurt out of its body which has fractured many openings.
More and more this viscous ooze penetrates every corner, covers every surface. It twitches violently, ecstatically.
The demon's words echo: Behold! The beginning of the end of Love! Behold what is left behind when there are no more of your feeble emotions. Behold the hate.
The air fills with a stench as if every rotting corpse in the history of mankind has been bought here and laid before us to savour.
Farmer is shaking, and vomits. I have nothing left to puke.
D.M. over 4 years ago
Switching up verbs is something I need to remember when writing. I have nothing left to say.