《Re:Immortal》Prologue
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“S-Stop it! Stop this madness!” I shouted.
I was surrounded by people from a small village. The faces I know, the buildings I lived in, the voices I recognize. Those people are now telling me, that I am a monster.
I look down. Under me there is a pile of wood, and I am tied to a stake. The sun is shining at me, as I look around.
“K-Kill him!” one of the villagers says, as he throws a large rock at me.
It hits me in the leg, crushing it. It hurts! It hurts so much! Someone… please, save me! Save me! Save me, please!
My leg gets swollen, but a few seconds later it regenerates. It looks as if nothing happened... as if there was no injury at all.
“P-Please! S-Stop this!” I scream in pain, and tears escape my eyes. Some of the villagers turn around, not to look at me. Mostly children and women.
“Shut up you demon! You won’t deceive us!” the elder says, as he looks at me. There is a torch in his hand.
“No! Don’t do this! Please! Don’t do this! No! No! Stop this!”
He slowly approaches me, and sets the wood on fire. It takes him some time, but it finally starts burning. He then looks at me with a smile.
“A demon should die like one.”
“Stop! Please! Believe me!” I shout, as the hot air touches me.
And then I feel it.
My legs are on fire.
There is no way for me, to endure the pain I feel. There are no words, that can describe the horror of this moment. I’m burning alive, and I can only scream. I try to move, but I’m tied tightly. I try to release myself, I try to do anything, but there is nothing I can do.
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My skin is slowly peeling off from my legs, as my clothes catch the fire. I try to breathe, but smoke is the only thing I inhale. I cough… I cough so much...
“Stop! Stop! Help me! God! Help! God, help me! No! No!”
I look at them with pain. I look at them, but they don’t look at me. Even the man that did this to me, can’t look me in the eyes.
I’m burning alive. Every inch of my body is screaming in agony. It hurts! It hurts so much! Please, stop it! Please, someone help me! My eyes, I can’t see anything! Help me! Help!
My body is regenerating, while it’s burning. I regain my sight, only to lose it again. My burnt limbs heal themselves rapidly, only to burn once more. My body melts...
It hurts... It hurts... Please, it hurts... Please, someone... It hurts so much... It hurts... Someone… please… kill me.
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