Official title: Master of All, Jack of None; Book One Lucky (???)

"Heh"

I look down at the weathered letter, It was wrinkled and worn, with singed edges from the rampant fires

My Muse,

I guess this is the end. I’m sorry My Muse but it’s over. We have lived a good life? We never had children with all the fighting, but that’s ok. We had each other. I’m sorry My Muse, but this is the only way. Run. Run like the ... I’m sorry My Muse.

Heh, it seemed to be beginning to become his catchphrase. Not that he had much longer to have a catchphrase.

We were so close to the happ...

“COUGH”

 Happily, ever after that, we had always dreamed about it.

F*** this wasn’t supposed to be, no one told me about the curse. 

even the oracle.

So, Why did you have to die on m...

“COUUUGGHH”

Well, this is it. I’m done with the bulls*** called love and connection.

I’m done with... No, I’ve lost it. I have no love or sympathy or empathy or connection or family or attraction. I’m F***ing done.

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"Heh, Heh ha a hahaha ahahaha Muahahahah"  "CCCOOOOUGGGH" I look down at the letter I wrote those long months ago. Blood finally dripping down into my lungs just to be expelled onto the worn document. I was much stronger than My Muse. Oh so much stronger. I thought...

“Drip”

I’m crying

 I haven’t cried before, At least not in this way. This time its blood,

 Primordial crimson flowing down my face. It carries the last of my emotion before I leave this world.

A long sharp clawed hand reaches into my chest cavity, bursting my lungs like old balloons. Casually grasping my heart and twisting it Like someone would twist an apple to pick it off its tree.

My soul is... ancient. Older than some worlds. Not in the sense that souls live in a world then have their body die while keeping the soul intact. More like billions of years of knowledge and power stored in one pocket, where other souls forget, I cannot, I just store them. That is why I am done So, very, done.

So, when the leader of the hisji’vicin, Mortemallis ripped my heart from its home.

I smiled

 Blood tears infusing a page with primordial power. My soul and my body still in pain hundreds of times more than what would break a regular man's mind, still living when I shouldn't be, I smiled, 

It was a glorious smile.

 Leader of the hunt POV

Mortemallis was deeply disturbed

It was a beautiful hunt. The human that had the gall to burn and pillage and slaughter my clan. But all for naught because he was finally dead. We got him AND his fiancé, but when he looked at me and smiled with that smile. The hunt was not so beautiful any longer. 

It was the smile of a man that had been broken and rebuilt so many times that when he snapped, The whole world would snap with him. 

And I’m far too afraid to know if he already has.

Welp, not my problem anymore.

He is Lifeless now.