Brief Commentary:
Well to my expectancy, the last three chapters sucked ass. Oh well, I'm pretty sure everyone is convinced that at the time I was drunk off my own ass or something, but unfortunately I was just very, very tired and feeling very, very stupid. Not the best time to write fanfiction, apparently. Well, for this one the timing is better and I've been inspired to write - it didn't just explode on me. So attempt to enjoy this one and forget the last three existed, ne?

I'd give it all just to have, have your eternity.
Cause it's all that assures me.
It's worth all that hurts me.

Nausea is Not Unusual

She is lying next to him. He can feel her watching him intently, and he wishes he could disappear from her sight.

His sins had always been an ominous tower in the back of his mind, corpses piled upon corpses; a nauseating, irritating rot that would never disappear. Just a few minutes ago, in a confused act of sex, the last corpse had been piled on, and he knew that if there was such a thing as God, God was looking at him now. God was disgusted.

Stein felt a strange mix of fear and apathy swirl around in his stomach, knowing his hands were so filthy that even a witch such as Medusa would approach him, and that there was no way of cleaning them. He had known this for such a long time, but it had never felt so painfully true. Or perhaps it had. He couldn't remember.

And maybe he truly had killed Joe. Maybe? Maybe could be interpreted as "probably," he supposed.

Her eyes are still trained on him, and he resists the urge to shiver. Medusa lightly runs her cold fingertips down his shoulder, but he refuses to move. She presses her lips, dry and cracked in a few places, to his rough skin, and his eyes flutter open for a brief instant. He meets her gaze and immediately looks away. She lets out a small sigh and sits up, some what understanding his mood and deciding it would be best not to bother him for another round of sex.

Stein had never thought that the path he had chosen, the wrong path, of course, would be quite so empty. Certainly, it was an evil and terrible thing to do, with only consequences, but there were even few of those. The days seemed slow and tedious, and he could do nothing. Nothing but sit here in the gaze of God, who only stared at his sins in pure revulsion.

There is nothing in this world Medusa promised him. There was lust, and lots of sex, but there was no change, there was no diversity. There was no thrill, there were no decisions, there was nothing. And he could not escape it, even if he wanted to. But he didn't have enough motivation to want to leave, anyway.

He let the snake lead him forward, being promised his own personal, selfish paradise, and yet the snake had lead him to a wasteland, because that was what she was meant to do. And she certainly was enjoying it.

At this realization, Stein leaned over and vomited onto the floor, a petulant smirk on Medusa's face.