The Eternal addict
Seconds of sanguine. Minutes of madness. Hours of horror. Days of desire. Months of mutilation. Years of yearning. Decades of decent. Centuries of chaos. Waking up to the same calling, the same craving. The need for sustenance. Being unable to say no to it, the crawling demon on your back. Finger biting, hand shaking, toe tapping, fist clenching need.
At first you could fight it off for days, taking your time until you needed to go out for another hit. As time stretched out your time between lessened. You needed more, bodies piled on. The random adventurer became whole parties which in turn became whole villages. You have tried every type and colour under the cursed sun.
Your once marvelous appearance reduced to a wretch. Eyes sunken and ancient, skin like yellow parchment, teeth long, black and chipped. Blue veins like a city roadmap across your alabaster skin. You have lost everything, descended to nothing, a hopeless addict forever linked to that sanguine source.
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