Character: ? (Gen)
Disclaimer: But of course.
Summary: For the 100_ghosts challenge on "sloth": It cannot bestir itself…
There's a golden-haired child with a heart like blue-sky morning up above on a grassy hill.
Its essence would be delicious— all sweet brightness cutting through the trail of murk.
The last horde of acquisitions was filling but base: terrorists and torturers, mass-murderers and pedophiles, zealots burning with righteous hatred. Blackened souls bring little reward, for they are plentiful and self-offering. Purity is precious— delectable— for it must be hunted… stolen… destroyed.
The conquest beckons, but this lava-hot crevice in the rock is soothing and steamy.
Above, the child twirls in the sun.
Down below, the darkness waits another day…
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