((Not really, I'm used to them ^^ ))
The feline sighed and came to the gates that heralded his final part of feeling, the last thing that seperated him from those that dwelled within, the last thing that stood between him and his destiny, his destiny as a heartless creature, devoid of care and emotion. He stood there, hesitant to pass through the archway. As he looked at it he could see the engravings in the sides, demons and angels, clashing in a combat none could win, dragons and humans, the humans dying, God and godesses, singing and drinking as below them the war raged for all time.... and at the bottom, near the lowest part of the arch, stood two lone figures, one right, one left of him now. Both where clad in robes that reflected purest midnight, the hoods shrouding their faces and their hands or paws hidden in the sleeves of their robes. They seemed like monks of some dark order, but he knew that they where different.... they where the watchers of life and death, those that had to cast final judgement on a dying soul, those that felt naught and cared naught.... and he knew, that as soon as he passed through the gates, he would become one, giving up emotion and feeling, for the power to tear a soul from a man's chest without strain on himself, the power to kill without remorse..... all a murderer could want, but at a price too high for anyone.....
And there he stood, doubting if he should pass through the archway, doubting if he should just abandon all the hurt and pain that life gave, and turn it into a dead existance, without any emotion, for all times to come.....
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