112 Endless Deaths (POV)

No.

No. No!

No! No! No!

Father! Father! I am sorry. I am so sorry.

I am so, so sorry!

I should have listened. I should have listened to you!

If I did. If I did, none of this would have happened.

None of it!

I gasp and gasp, desperately for that last breath while the endless blackness of space wrestles and rips what little air remaining right out of my lungs. My blood boils violently, steaming out of any orifices it could find. And my body contorts and contracts, crushing itself savagely into a dried husk.

The last thing I am able to see is his faint smile.

His smile! His devilish smile!

He is the devil himself! He has to be. He has to!

If there is a God, such a person should not exist on this earth!

My vision blurs. My eyes pop silently, spewing themselves into the airless void.