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TRANSGRESSIVE THURSDAY
For I am the Red Death
From the ashes of mortality rises a being of unparalleled might, bearing a simple yet chilling title: the Red Death.
Note: this is an edited version of this story. Mostly the same, but some rough spots smoothed over.
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Some call me death. Others know me as the Reaper. The worshippers of the crucified son named me Pestilence, the second horseman, believing that because of my red horse and unrelenting slaughter, I am one of their harbingers. But I am more than a mere horseman; I am their end. My reach spans eons, but my name remains simple.
For I am the Red Death.
In me, you find darkness, decay, and war. I am the embodiment of man’s inhumanity to man, the bringer of destruction, the very end of all things.
For I am the Red Death.
Once, I was a mortal, defined by human frailty — foolishness, weakness, vanity. But that is a distant memory. I’ve transcended such transient limitations, rising to a cosmic role. Insignificance is behind me.