67 The Weaving Mother

Merciless could only see darkness, vivid, unclear darkness; in the midst of unconsciousness, he felt something rising; he had no idea what this was or what was happening to him; on the other hand, the pain was all he felt for a while, a burning sensation emanating from his head and heart especially and spreading like an irritating blight throughout his body at a rapid pace.

'How annoying, Is this intended to be one of her so-called pranks? Should I be upset or joyful right now? I just got kissed and stabbed through the heart at the same time. Heheh, very romantic. Like, fuck, I would say that, tsk. I need to bed that woman as soon as possible; forget omniscience and omnipresence, some training is in order Jesus stabbing me out of nowhere without warning to boot.'