[Ah, yes. That's about as excruciating a pain as he's felt — and his struggles intensify, throat closing up as the heat sears flesh. Smoke and the stench of a burning human flood upward, staining in the insides of his nostrils with his own slow death. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight—
All because of that foul little beast.
He damns them both to hell, prays for divine justice, just before he loses consciousness — and soon after, his life entirely. It's a particularly indignant way to go, and his body grows lax, eyes rolling back.
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All because of that foul little beast.
He damns them both to hell, prays for divine justice, just before he loses consciousness — and soon after, his life entirely. It's a particularly indignant way to go, and his body grows lax, eyes rolling back.
So it goes.
Rest in pieces.]