“A better you, faster,
stronger, with all the right muscle trained and all the right ideas implemented in his head, just ready to serve our cause, the perfect
god,” the long-haired demon continued. “This is why, you don't
need to live anymore, we have him, we don't need you.”
Kamaril couldn't take his
eyes away from his clone, he was feeling nauseous. A god, he was a
god, since the fight he was sure of it. They all should have been
gods but they all died to be replaced but those. He looked in the
distance, the room was filled with these boxes, the clones were
everywhere, surrounding him like in his worse nightmare. They weren't
real but they were still more real than anything. He needed a way out
and fast. He knocked his gloved hands as hard as he could on the
glass's surface but it didn't bunch.
The demon in his back
laughed. He wanted to get out, he looked up at the ceiling but it was
too laugh to take a chance flying. He needed to talk his way out but
for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to say.
“You don't have anymore
question or comments? Did the discovery of your better self made you
swallow your tongue?” the demon said.
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