The doll

You are almost finished in this planet.

All the human filth has been cut down to the glory of Khorne and you feel your bloodlust at the lowest level it had in 10,000 years.

Suddenly, a kid appears from below the ruin that it was once her home looks you in the eye and offers in the most kind way her ragdoll to you.

"Dun be angry no more you can has my doll" she says as she smiles in a kind-hearted way.Something in your innards starts to feel warm and funny...

WHAT DO YOU DO?

I lower my axe, and stare. I hear the boots of my brothers behind me, as they seek more slaughter. I hear the howl again, but it is different. It is tempered. It is not Khorne's, it is *mine,* long overdue. I take the doll, and tell the girl to leave. I turn, as my brothers enter the square. No. Not my brothers. My makers. My monsters. They see me, and the child as she flees through her little crawlspace. They do not understand what is about to happen to them. They do not understand why my chest heaves, and my eyes bleed from ducts long atrophied. They do not understand, because they are not men. They are no more human than animals. No more human than trees. Wood.

And I remember... that I am the son of a woodsman.