[ ♥ 018 ][ twisted ][ voice post ]

Nov 09, 2008 09:59

Ah, death. What a sweet topic.

All the doctors said I would die. A debilitating illness took me since childhood, and I lived on medications, taking excessive amounts each day just so that my body could right itself. My pathetic excuse for a family cared nothing about me, only declaring that if I could not fulfill my duties as the heir, I was trash. Leave me in a hospital bed to rot if I could not serve my purpose.

So each day dragged on upon my health, and each time I vomited and coughed blood, and each time fever overtook me, I knew I was closer . . . hovering on that precipice, that madness between life and death . . . and it was pain, and bliss.

But I could not die.

So I turned myself into a homunculus.

The hontai I made of my genetic material-alchemy in its perfection to turn me into a superhuman more powerful and elegant than any being on earth . . .

The pain as it bore into my skull, killing my brain and making it new-

Ah.

Agony. And ecstasy.

And now, I am immortal.

[Slow, eerie laughter, slowly growing louder and louder until it fills the room.]

evil alchemist power make up!, death to all his friends, affected, likes the taste of blood, curse, don't challenge the papillon

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