I Want To Kill You, Thanks

My blood seemed to have been energized as it poured from my shoulder like a waterfall. As for the healing I had hoped to kick in, it was blocked by some force, my mana refused to reach my shoulder. Falling to my knees lightheaded, I would look up at the thing and thank it. I could barely believe it, and I was the victim.

"You talked a good game... and sold a story just as good... to think I was eventually going to trust you..." Pathetic.

"Trust... such a feeble and inadequate concept, you need power, unbiased and indiscriminate power, that which embodies death... as you'll have to kill him."

"I..." My head would begin to spin under its own weight, my vision would follow. "Wish I could have lived long enough... to kill you..." The world fell to darkness as I tumbled forward.