Azathoth’s voice slithered into his mind, its tone venomous and cruel.
"Pathetic," it hissed, the word slicing through the pain in his body like a blade. "You wield my power, and yet you let a child bring you to this? You could obliterate him. Crush him like the insignificant pest he is. Why do you hesitate?"
Maruki clawed at the ground. “I-I’m not...”
"You’re weak, Takuto," Azathoth spat, its voice rising in intensity, coiling tighter around his thoughts. "This farce drags on because you refuse to embrace what I offer. Take control, and this insignificant speck will be erased in an instant."
Maruki’s fists clenched, his bloodied fingers digging into the cracked ground.
"He dares to defy you, mocks your vision, your truth—he is beneath you. End this now, Doctor. Show him the weight of your resolve. You are the arbiter of reality, the architect of a better world! Do NOT let this insect stand in your way any longer."
Maruki’s golden eyes flared as the voice pushed deeper, each word stoking the embers of his anger. The pain in his body blurred, overshadowed by the boiling frustration Azathoth poured into him.
"You owe him nothing. You owe no one an explanation. You are the creator, the savior! Erase him! Fix him! If he cannot see reason, he is not worth the kindness. Destroy him, and let him be forgotten as all obstacles to your vision must be!"
Maruki rose shakily to his feet, his movements jerky and pained. His hand pressed against his abdomen as Azathoth’s tendrils lashed out around him, their movements erratic and furious. His lips twisted into a grimace, his teeth bared as his rage bubbled to the surface.
The words burned in his throat, carried by the searing frustration that now mingled with the entity’s poisonous influence.
He glared at Kou, his eyes now blazing gold with Azathoth’s power. The tendrils behind him writhed violently, snapping at the air as though reflecting their master’s inner turmoil.
“This is pointless!” Maruki’s voice was raw, trembling under the weight of suppressed fury. His hands trembled as he took a shaky step forward, blood dripping onto the ground with every movement.
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"Pathetic," it hissed, the word slicing through the pain in his body like a blade. "You wield my power, and yet you let a child bring you to this? You could obliterate him. Crush him like the insignificant pest he is. Why do you hesitate?"
Maruki clawed at the ground. “I-I’m not...”
"You’re weak, Takuto," Azathoth spat, its voice rising in intensity, coiling tighter around his thoughts. "This farce drags on because you refuse to embrace what I offer. Take control, and this insignificant speck will be erased in an instant."
Maruki’s fists clenched, his bloodied fingers digging into the cracked ground.
"He dares to defy you, mocks your vision, your truth—he is beneath you. End this now, Doctor. Show him the weight of your resolve. You are the arbiter of reality, the architect of a better world! Do NOT let this insect stand in your way any longer."
Maruki’s golden eyes flared as the voice pushed deeper, each word stoking the embers of his anger. The pain in his body blurred, overshadowed by the boiling frustration Azathoth poured into him.
"You owe him nothing. You owe no one an explanation. You are the creator, the savior! Erase him! Fix him! If he cannot see reason, he is not worth the kindness. Destroy him, and let him be forgotten as all obstacles to your vision must be!"
Maruki rose shakily to his feet, his movements jerky and pained. His hand pressed against his abdomen as Azathoth’s tendrils lashed out around him, their movements erratic and furious. His lips twisted into a grimace, his teeth bared as his rage bubbled to the surface.
The words burned in his throat, carried by the searing frustration that now mingled with the entity’s poisonous influence.
He glared at Kou, his eyes now blazing gold with Azathoth’s power. The tendrils behind him writhed violently, snapping at the air as though reflecting their master’s inner turmoil.
“This is pointless!” Maruki’s voice was raw, trembling under the weight of suppressed fury. His hands trembled as he took a shaky step forward, blood dripping onto the ground with every movement.