Dark in the Dollhouse Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Blaze

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In a time under the reign of the 8th King of Anarchy, this story unfolds, She blazed. With a towering flame that reached the skies, her entire body blazed. She strode forward, burning and breaking. Pieces of her body fell and seeped into the greenery of the forest, emblazoning a trail that reeked of molten carcass. Her left hand, her left eye, Gone. Her right chest, her right toes, Gone. Her stomach, her intestines, and the hair on the left of her scalp, All gone. She had already lost majority of what made her human; what made her a living creature. And yet... She was not dying. That was the most reverend ability that the mortals around her sought after, —Supreme Oracle of Menticide— Fooling Death Even if she was stabbed by thousand spears, shot by a hundred bullets, immolated on a stake or fed to the snakes, she wouldn't die. As long as the crux of her being remained, death was but a faraway dream for her. Crackle The bright flame danced with a crisp melody. It ruthlessly devoured the luscious green of the forest, charring it a hideous black. Her steps fell onto the scorched grassland, sizzling the soles of her feet into the earth beneath. All of the nerves in her body were burnt to a crisp. Physical pain didn’t even register. Her voice had become non-existent. Her thoughts were reduced to only single syllable utterings. She walked with a limp, gliding her feet along with shallow steps. A moment later, she stumbled and collapsed onto the ground, leaving a print of herself below. She trembled as she struggled to get up. Her arms had lost a chunk of her muscles and one of her calves had slipped and fallen off her leg. The tendon of her jawbone snapped as half of it detached and shattered into pieces. Yet, she got up. Pushing against the world with arms equivalent to bones, she got up and began walking forward. She still had something to do. She still had something to achieve. For the small, wilting flower—the final remnant of her decaying mind—told her so. It whispered to her, begging her to take just one more step. One more. One more. One more. The black flower shivered as it stood hunched over. It chanted and withered piece by piece, just minutes away from fully dying. And the moment that happened, she too would 'die' in the most horrific sense of the word. An absolute mental death. “Haa...” a soft, husky breath escaped out from her. She had but one action which she had drilled into herself before the Supreme Oracle of Menticide could fully take root. And that was to kill herself before she had killed her 'self'. Her feet abruptly stopped. Reaching the end of the cliffside forest, she gazed down at the solid ground far below. It spanned a long distance past the coagulated vision of her one eye. If the Supreme Oracle of Menticide wholly consumed her mind, she'd no longer be human, lose her mentality and become an immortal monster. However, as long as even a sliver of humanity remained in her, she could be killed. Although the less human she was, the more harder the task would become. Currently, her body was at a point of near complete destruction. If she threw herself down the cliff before the flower in her mind could completely wither, chances were it'd inflict just enough damage that she'd tip the scales of balance and kill her body before the mind could fully die. Time was ticking. Two clocks of doom were rotating in opposition to each other, impending to see which one would strike midnight first. Either way, her miserable yet tumultuous life was coming to an end. She felt neither joy nor sadness, as there were no emotions left to express. Waiting for none, and thinking of nothing, she walked off. A whooshing noise burst out as her body bolted through the rift of air in-between the solid ground, awaiting certain doom. Then, all of a sudden, the clutches of gravity let go off her body. ... Her one eye blinked a few times. Once again, she hadn't died. So that was it. Her self was about to be stripped. Now, only a monster that