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Here's the thing. There was never any assumption or presupposition that death would be able to stop me. Please know that there is no grave in god's earth or hell deep enough to keep my body down. Make no mistake Hope...death is entirely an illusion, and my spite will fuel my wretched corpse to walk the earth again. Then, and only then, your liver is mine.
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Somehow I doubt that your corpse will be wretched. Even in death your beauty shall know no bounds. I beseech you to recognize this yourself while still you breathe.
I am well aware of the resurrecting powers of Spite; 'twas how, in the Autumn of 2022, I kept forth my own heart beating after I lost the soul with which I was born. As my soulless husk was locked in that initial month-long battle in my war against that demon we call Grief, whilst I waited to be possessed by the passerine spirit which currently inhabits my mortal coil, the mechanisms of my body were maintained solely by the same Spite of which you speak.
I have no doubts that you, my dearest and fairest friend, namesake of the saint who laughs in the flames, would have within your being all the power to climb out from the fires of Hell and, as I sleep through the night, take into your possession my abdominal organ and, by the light of the full moon, consume it in its entirety—viscera, bile, and blood—but you fail to understand that should you depart this world, I will be unable to rest, and quite likely the only sleep I will find will be the kind which is eternal. You may yet walk this earth again after you are dead and buried, but you will not find me here, for by then Grief will have won our ongoing war.