RisenAnarchy

I wanted to see what makes a human heart beat, so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit flesh, and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but corruption. And you merely gave a cruel parody of a smile, dug your bloodstained claws into your chest, and tore out that infestation you called a soul. "Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you sneered, fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to taste, "Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the pulse." I could only watch as you sunk back down into Hell, clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone hazardously, knowing you had replaced my heart with the pois