xii. hangman

so runs the passage about the blood brother who hanged himself: “…he beheld the beast before he bled himself to death. he was holding regret in one hand and silver coins in the other; praying like he never did, praying for his very life reeling on the precipice that was to be the end of it all, he became afraid suddenly and remorseful; his lips burned– the lips and tongue who bore the word, the traitorous lips he kissed his brother’s cheek with– how his heart ached, realizing only then how full it was with guilt, as full as his fishnets were with the weight of dead fish and alga; for there was no turning back: he had betrayed him, he had damned the whole world and the whole world had damned him. his veins were ridding him of blood, memory and sanity. a brightness shone from the sky taunting him; the wound on his chest gaped open wider than any mortal wound: and he found himself looking directly at the gleaming iris of the demon…” Tags: hangman, initiazen, titans, initiations, doctormagnus