Mara:A little something that came to mind and I had to get it down.

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Void

Heartless.

Was that the right word?

There was no love to exist here.

That word did not even have a meaning in this place.

Love.

I guess that's what you could call the rape.

The pain.

The blood and suffering.

Is that what they called love?

If that was the case, how could it been seen as anything else?

He only did what he was created to do.

Suffer.

Destroy.

Take away.

Was that what he could call love?

The people always screamed.

Always begged.

Always had this illusion of fear about him.

Maybe that was not love.

How would he know?

It got boring, going from day to day like this.

Spilling blood was not fun forever.

Did anything else exist?

No, not for him.

All he could see was blood now.

He would not become like them.

Not even if he wanted to.

This was the life of an executioner.