Fragments of the Apocalypse

Trapped into the same body, one human, one beast, the Twins were in a fight. A fight for identity. A fight for control. A fight for the self. The fight had been going on for quite a while already, but it had now reached its maximum point. And only one of the Twins could survive.

The man seemed to be losing the battle, and each second that passed, the beast controlled more and more of that conflicted being. Hope was not helping the man, who was getting ripped of his memories, and was seeing himself being turned into a shell of the past, something that he may once have been.

The darkness was engulfing the world, and the darkness was engulfing the Twins, too, as the man lost battle after battle, and the beast dominated completely.


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