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It wouldn’t be a proper morning without a good DIARY ENTRY, now would it? Finding a suitable part of the cavern wall for your musings, you extend one of your finely-manicured claws and get to carving…

‘Day: One-hundred, probably
Dreaming of your screaming.
You’ve got me scheming.
I SHOUT!
Your throat’s torn OUT!
And now I’m beaming!
Weather: Chilly
Mood: Mysterious
-Queen Rezalith the First, Scourge of the Red Plane’

Running your claws over your handiwork, you nod with approval as the demonic runes heat up at your touch. Some might say it’s a waste to record your musings in a world shrouded in darkness, but if you ever met those people, well, they wouldn’t be doing much ‘saying’ for long…

The grin forged from your entry fades like a candle in a hurricane… what happened? A few days ago you were practically jumping for JOY about being on your own again! No one to tell you ‘No’! No needing to get up and move thanks to The Snack’s nightly yowlings!

You’re FREE, damn it!

…so why do you feel trapped?

Dislodging the thought from your head with a few quick shakes, you try and fail to shake some of the perpetual heat from your devilish bod. Perhaps a dip in some icy water will clear your head of this WEAKSPEAK!

So down you fly, relishing the brisk, morning air as a few wayward snowflakes meet their sizzling demise upon meeting your skin! Following the waterfall to a small pool, you instinctively tense up at the sound of running water…

Why?

>CONTD.