Hatched
War is coming. They don't know it yet, but it will come. And when it does, all hell will break loose. Hunter on prey, like a spider toying with a fly. Deliciously chaotic, and Hell doesn't like to wait for supper.
The top dogs, the heavy hitters, the knights in shining fucking armor. Yeah, that's what the boss likes to see in his army. Ain't the smartest around, but who cares? Get the job done, bring home the prize, and the bargain's done.
Shame about their head though. Dunno why, but that's how the boss likes it. Nice and empty, for all that blood to rattle around in their little minds. Fuck it, I'm not paid to care. Hell, I'm not paid at all.
Neither are you, Hatchling, so get off your ass and get to work.
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