I cut open my ribs and created a double sun. He smiled for me, planted roses for me, and played the role of savior in the pile of corpses for me, while I huddled in the shadow of radiation, gnawing at his discarded carrion.
Later, the 18-year-old me stabbed the 28-year-old "fake" in the chest, and a third me fell out of the pool of blood.
The 24-year-old Creator put a knife in my heart, fused me, and looked at the dying "work":
"I made me..." The beautiful face sighed softly, "Ah, or did I eat me?"
"He's obsessed with the perfect weapon he made."
"The weapon longs to bite the god who gave him existence"
They gnawed each other's flesh and blood, and at the end of the day they forged a throne of bones that would overturn all sentient beings.
Crazy beauty owner x sunny type, emotionally deficient, anti-social loyal dog
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Intention: If you don't love yourself, you will want to disappear, but the ultimate form of narcissism is to fall in love with yourself like a madman.