He hated her. Hated her kindness. Hated her beauty. Hated how she made him feel. At first he had wanted to destroy her. To crush her. But then he had faced her and that desire had crumbled like an unsteady riverbank beneath his hooves. So he had pretended instead. No Mercy had put on an act better than he had ever had in his life. This time it didn’t falter, not like it had with those others does. They had known him for what he was. They had seen his innate cruelty. This one, this Paradise, would know nothing.
Tonight he would go back one last time. Then he would run until he no longer felt like a monster. But for now he rested on damp swamp ground, fury clawing at his heart. Oh, how he hated her.
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