YES! MUAHAHAHAHA! What pain could be more horrific and inevitable then the agony of back-pains!

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

I'm going to a bus now with no internet for a while. So that's why the chapter is both posted early and short.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

To say I had given thought to anything that had happened in the next half of a second would be a blatant lie. As I did not think, I did not breathe, and I only realized I was about to die the moment the blade touched my neck.

Consider this a poor explanation of what my body had done as a desperate gambit to live another day.

It pushed against the floor, hoping for a shadow when there was none underneath. And even if there was, the blade would cut my neck open far before I could reach my shadow realm.

And so my body opened its mouth, likely to scream for help. Though a more charitable view of myself may claim it was an attempt to use the shadows my teeth had made to portal in a knife or gun to block the strike. But both ideas had the same problem.

I wasn't quick enough to pull it off.

Therefore, all I was left with was the green blade cutting into the layers of my skin. And...a shadow at its bottom side.

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So, in my body's last-ditch effort to save itself, it tried to enter the blade's shadow.

As my neck was being cut open it was also entering the blade's shadow. And thanks to my chin that included the top layer as well. So as the blade left my neck I felt a powerful force tug at me. Pulling my body deeper into the blade's shadow in a way that felt akin to a blackholes spaghettification.

By the time the blade's arc had been completed, I'd been consumed by its darkness entirely.

The first thing I noticed after the brief period of emptiness was the serpent's tails wrapped around the part of my neck that had first been cut by the shadow.

And again, they tugged me to them. But this time for something far pettier.

Shadow Demon: "SSsou're sssossssing. Sssow sssare sssou! Ssssuffer!"

All at once I felt it, the throbbing pain in my shoulder, the cuts across my hand, the aching in the foot that had been pulled. And most of all the tightening of its tails,

Agent Instakiller: "GKgggGk-"

Finally, a tear slid down my cheek. And the Shadow Demon reluctantly let go of me.

The torture had ended, though much of the pain still remained. And I didn't have the time to heal my wounds.

So I'd need to fight it like this. With bleeding hands, a throbbing shoulder, and leg that I'm gonna need to limp on the moment my adrenaline runs out.

...

But it is what it is. After all

A weapon has no other choice to fight, even if its becoming more and more obvious,

that It'll be destroyed.

The final section! (Section.)

Hmm...honestly running out of creative ways to say 'end chapter'. (Wait, did I say this already?)