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// Supplant 
// Story: 150 or Below 
// by KwirkyJ 
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No, stop.

Luna had wanted the strength. The clarity that came with the coldness. Even the hatred, she had welcomed that to burn even hotter.

Stop.

She hadn't looked deeper. Hadn't wanted to. All she cared about was a conduit for her endless rage and loathing. She hadn't cared to look deeper, to see the nature that came with the strength she bargained for.

I don't want to be a monster.

The cruelty.

It's my life.

The evil.

Come now... Why would you want your life? It's not as though you were doing anything with it.