Prologue The pain of its teeth sinking into my w..

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Prologue The pain of its teeth sinking into my wrist is nothing compared to the pain of its venom running through my veins, poisoning my bloodstream. Compared to that its teeth are caressing feathers and yet I let it poison me willingly. I watch as my veins swell to the surface of my skin and turn black, making it look like I have tattooed lines across my arm. I clench my fist, my teeth, my body tenses up. A mixture of pain and power overwhelms me and yet I laugh. Power is an addiction, power is a curse and power is an advantage. My laugh echoes off the hollow walls that surround me, bouncing through the room. I feel the beetles fangs leave my skin, it scuttles away but not without me realising. I raise my newly empowered arm and release my clenched fist. The beetles implodes.