Tribute to humida
In almost 3000 years, I never imagined pain like this. I can't see, I can't hear, and the acrid stench of burning flesh assails my nostrils. I can't tell if I am moving or still, the agony crashing over my body like ocean waves. Suspended in liquid pain, I pray silently for death to make the hurting stop. But I am immortal. I will feel everything that happens to my body until there is nothing left to destroy; nothing left to feel. Unbidden, the last things my senses discerned come back to haunt me. The sound of screaming, not words, nothing intelligible, just tortured shrieks of pain and terror. The primal sounds of a living being sufferring pain beyond imagining...giving voice to pure horror. My voice. The last thing my eyes had seen was the face of the demon vampire, Nitara, looking down with smug satisfaction. Watching me blister and squirm, my flesh bubbling and peeling, sloughing off my body like rotted meat.
Nitara. I was far past feeling the sick