There is liberation in dementia, a respite from boredom that plagues the witty mind.
It is an escape from the mindless chatter of the blind and the faithless; the ignorant and the incapacitated; the hopelessly malicious and the bitterly spiteful. The cackling laughter of the hag WILL be silenced with the edge of a sword and heads WILL roll…. because in this world, I can ensure it.
In this world, I can get away with it…. And this is the slaying of cowards and hypocrites, of back-stabbers and psychic vampires. I wish to hunt the witch-hunters and strip away their facade; I wish to poison the charlatans and bleed out their lies.
Prophet of the Rose, I bid you… Arise…
Ash
The beast was here all along…