Chapter 133: A Puppet of Hatred
Everything inside me surged. Like a black tide, like a storm rising from the depths, like a scream forgotten for a thousand years and suddenly awakened all at once.
I no longer knew where I was. Nor what I was. There were no more limits. No more name. No more skin. Just that. That wave. That scream. That thing that wanted out.
— IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
The scream escaped me. It wasn’t spoken. It wasn’t shouted. It was expelled. Torn out. Ripped from me like a piece of flesh that had been suffocated too long. It was a bestial discharge, overloaded, monstrous. A cry that was no longer human. A wave of rage so pure, so raw, so naked in its ugliness that I felt the air itself tremble, vibrate in its bones, in its nerves, in its invisible veins.
And then, the blood from the sky rose.
A shiver ran through the space. A breath before the storm. As if the whole world held its breath. Even the light hesitated, wavered, as if overcome with vertigo. And then...
Everything that had spilled. Everything I had poured. Everything I was. Liters, rivers, crimson oceans, torrents of suffering, memory, liquid guilt. They rose. In spiral. In crown. In cry. And rushed toward her. Straight. Absolute. Like a divine sentence from a god that could no longer stay silent.
But they stopped.
Sharp.
Motionless.
Suspended.