
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@chitinousTraveler You're not even a Rainbow Drinker, are you? You did it. You. You. You. It was only you. Hercules Lighteye was a monster, he was a Rainbow Drinker through and through. But you're just... You're just wrong. You don't have his ancient blood in you. You're not a Saint of his Prehistory. You're just wearing his robes. You're just pretending to be something grander. You told yourself the mandibles meant something. The palps gave you the shape of his true maw. Your strange body had to have reason. You couldn't just live with being a mutant. If there was no ancient Rainbow Drinker in your blood, then every body was just a body. Every bite was just a choice. But you knew this. Every disappearance from the market. Every lowly troll who trusted you to escort them through the light. Every desperate customer who thought you were shy and your isolation was sorrow. All of them were just offerings to your sick appetite. You knew this, didn't you? You left those stains in the sand. You were hungry. You were lonely. You were furious that they took it from you. Everything. Your innocence is without a doubt, nonexistent. You are an accessory to yourself. You are a merchant of meat, not of coin. Faux Drinker. False Heir. You. Your stall. Your hunger. Your mouth. Your burden. You are unbearable. You are not the monster that you think you are. #death #gore #cannibalism #violence πΌπππππ’ πππ
