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The swamp water, boggy and cruddy with today's fleshly spilled blood was hard to march through, but his old friend the gators picked up on the scent of life gone fully red and cold and led him out of the swamp. You need steel to see and understand a man, see how far he's willing to bleed for you, but nature guides, and that guidance is ever blind. That's why the gators, his friends, helped him everyday in this ordeal of his own design. To another his hell, for him the start of peace, peace, for no more lives would have to be taken today.

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Glinting blood enshrined their demise within his eyes faded and apathetic to their screams and howls of pain, bellowing in agony as he laughed in delight. The faint ringing of steel was all that was heard after another night's work was done, dawn soon approaching, but the sun too shy to cast hope on the back of his blades covered in blood floral to his vision gone hazy from the forest fire around him.

Wybjorn has the talent for it as well! That's a pretty nifty way to end it. Let me try. (Hi, future me here. I had to separate the small short story in two parts since the 1000 character limit was reached. Hope you all enjoy!)

As the light faded from their eyes, they realized: There was no god, only steel

Great start to the novel!