Salt

 

 

Envy stood barenaked in the window like the pillar of salt, hard white skin endless as the valley of death, array nodes printed dark in the moonlight, savage grin and silver teeth burning through the night with the ancient, ruthless will that wanted nothing less than all mankind's apocalypse. Lanky inhuman strength, harsh, desiccating, pale as death and dried-up oceans, sucking up the red waters of life into vast plains of emptiness and leaving nothing in his wake, because Envy was pain, Envy was degradation, Envy was the great serpent coiled round the tree of knowledge that man neither wanted nor could bear, and Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.

But Roy, red and sweating, all the hollow gods help him, looked back.

 

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