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Where had the knife come from?
Did it matter?
It was the angel's gift.
That angelic miqo'te in black had set Khole free. Set all the slaves free.
Blood filled the air. Pounded in Khole's veins. Coated his tongue, lips, and throat. It coated the walls. Drenched his flesh. Made Khole look like a monster.Â
Drugs. Clouds. Violence. Death.
Khole  and his fellow slaves. Hacking, stabbing, murdering. Killing guards and brothel patrons apart. No mercy. No kindness. Only a mad clawing for freedom.
The silk curtains cut. Flesh sliced. Screams silenced. Blades clashed.
Khole swung. Cutting. Cutting. Cutting.
There. More guards. Better armed. Dead slaves at their feet. Khole howled in a primal rage and charged. Behind them was the door. His freedom. He would not be denied. Blood lust and drugs rose up and his mind was lost in their haze.
***
Outside.
Ul'dah nights were cold. The streets vacant. Allyways emptier.Â
Khole ran, holding his gut with his left hand. Blood oozed from a gash that had opened his abdomine from left to right like a weeping mouth.Â
The miqo'te was holding his organs back as he staggered in a haze. He wanted to cry.Â
He did.
Tears of blood.
He was free. After four years, he was at last free. But where to go?
He needed the Navigator.
She sent her angel.Â
There the miqo'te in black stood. An angel of kindness made flesh. The miqo'te pointed a pale hand towards a route that went towards the Goblet.
"That way. You will find safy there in the form of a woman. If you get lost, straight is always the answer home."
The angel in black was gone. A flock of crows cawing was there now as a white raven led the way.
KHole followed the white wings as his mind was lost again as the drugs took over.
***
Houses. Streets. Footprints of blood.Â
A trail.
Time.
How long was he walking?
How long had he been free?
Khole staggered down a tunnel in the Goblet. Following a white raven. Straight. Straight.
A form.Â
The first person he'd seen in his haze. A woman. With eyes gold. Twin suns beneath bloody hair. A coat.Â
Khole staggered up to her and fell before her as if she was an altar to the Navigator.Â
"Help...me..." Khole wheezed as blood fell from his lips. "Please."
The drugs arose again and his mind was lost.
Lost.Â
But he was free.
Darkness.
Where had the knife come from?
Did it matter?
It was the angel's gift.
That angelic miqo'te in black had set Khole free. Set all the slaves free.
Blood filled the air. Pounded in Khole's veins. Coated his tongue, lips, and throat. It coated the walls. Drenched his flesh. Made Khole look like a monster.Â
Drugs. Clouds. Violence. Death.
Khole  and his fellow slaves. Hacking, stabbing, murdering. Killing guards and brothel patrons apart. No mercy. No kindness. Only a mad clawing for freedom.
The silk curtains cut. Flesh sliced. Screams silenced. Blades clashed.
Khole swung. Cutting. Cutting. Cutting.
There. More guards. Better armed. Dead slaves at their feet. Khole howled in a primal rage and charged. Behind them was the door. His freedom. He would not be denied. Blood lust and drugs rose up and his mind was lost in their haze.
***
Outside.
Ul'dah nights were cold. The streets vacant. Allyways emptier.Â
Khole ran, holding his gut with his left hand. Blood oozed from a gash that had opened his abdomine from left to right like a weeping mouth.Â
The miqo'te was holding his organs back as he staggered in a haze. He wanted to cry.Â
He did.
Tears of blood.
He was free. After four years, he was at last free. But where to go?
He needed the Navigator.
She sent her angel.Â
There the miqo'te in black stood. An angel of kindness made flesh. The miqo'te pointed a pale hand towards a route that went towards the Goblet.
"That way. You will find safy there in the form of a woman. If you get lost, straight is always the answer home."
The angel in black was gone. A flock of crows cawing was there now as a white raven led the way.
KHole followed the white wings as his mind was lost again as the drugs took over.
***
Houses. Streets. Footprints of blood.Â
A trail.
Time.
How long was he walking?
How long had he been free?
Khole staggered down a tunnel in the Goblet. Following a white raven. Straight. Straight.
A form.Â
The first person he'd seen in his haze. A woman. With eyes gold. Twin suns beneath bloody hair. A coat.Â
Khole staggered up to her and fell before her as if she was an altar to the Navigator.Â
"Help...me..." Khole wheezed as blood fell from his lips. "Please."
The drugs arose again and his mind was lost.
Lost.Â
But he was free.
Darkness.
