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"All I'm reminded of now is the guilt. The Failure, my failures. I stood watching that Warehouse Burn, it doesn't take having a keen sense to smell the smoke, it does take having one to smell the carnage. Melted plastic, charred wood, burnt boiled bodies. I was here before it was burning, when it was quiet. I watched the young boy she had either hired or strong armed to get inside the building quite the skillful show, what I saw of him anyway. Wasn't long until the quiet was broken though the thunder from inside marked the real start of that raid.
I had already noticed the van parked up, waiting for its moment to go in, she was in there no doubt about it, her and her cronies. Like a spectator sport I witnessed the Van tumble towards the front gates, blasting them open similar to a Rhino charging at a wood fence. Then I witnessed the disregard for life they were willing to show, the man was asleep and he was roasted. He might have had a family, loved ones. That was just the beginning, I heard it all, saw the flashes through the various high top windows, the short, vacant yelps of others loosing their lives. And here I stood like a gargoyle. watching over a church burning, an un-moving protector.
I could of stopped them, stopped her, I knew about the raid, I was here when they arrived I could of attacked and struck a blow, but I didn't. I couldn't see the point it wasn't her, not the real one, just another of her puppets, a head of her hydra body, strike it down another grows in its place.
I “Couldn't see the point”? Have I really grown so weak? So tired of this? Am I that lacking in hope now? I could of at least attempted to save the boy. The boy, he didn't deserve what happened barley crawling out with his life literally slipping through his paw. I could of got to him in seconds, healed him enough to keep him stable, got him out of there. Yet I didn't, I turned away, I took my leave as the faint sound of sirens filled my ears.
How have I become this disillusioned? I spend my time tracking these “Purgabots” yet I do not act. The military base was no different. That girl that...rather large girl going toe to toe with her like that it was inspiring to observe. The blows sounded like thunder to my ears. The girl had spirit ill give her that and she oozed confidence well, she did. Then it all went wrong, whatever body she was using far surpassed that girls natural strength. then there was the mini gun. Can't believe I got hit by a stray bullet from that thing, then again I'm surprised the building was still standing after it shredded holes into it. Then there is the fact I continued to just watch as the girl was played with like a fox at a hunt, the sheer struggle that girl went through, climbing, scrambling trying to get away from the hail of bullets only to end up entwined, at her mercy. She didn't get a chance to make a final blow if indeed that was what she intended the sirens again halted that but, what if they didn't, what if She had that chance, would I have moved to stop her? I'm not sure any more. I cant even convince or lie to myself that I try and save that girls life if I needed to.
I could of stopped her I could of helped, stood by that girls side whether she wanted me to or not. Or maybe have grabbed the girl and flown out the moment the bullets started flying. The girl was brave and strong but it was down to a lucky break she survived. Then again if the way that girl took her blows I suspect it would of taken that last shot to finish her off. How is it this girl was willing to step up to her knowing not even half of what I know yet I cannot even bother to do what is mine to do.
Purgatori. You are my greatest failure. All the lives you have ruined. The blood you have spilled. The souls taken from the world. It is my fault that such has occurred. Their blood is on my paws and you know this. And now I find myself powerless to even act against your soulless copies. I see no point I can cut down every single one and be no closer to stopping you. Before hand it was possible I could of exorcised you from your host sent you back to the black abyss from where you came from, but now, now your beyond me maybe even beyond my kind. How can one strike without hope of defeating his enemy, how can I protect anyone, offer any sort of confidence when you can return time and time again. We both knew this would be a battle of attrition but I realize now its one that I have lost.
A piece of writing i did as an offshoot/bridge for stories written by
telokey-the-bat and 
Leochingu in the Voncloud Purgatori Canon. And the Art was a commission from 
nandah as i felt only he could possibly draw what the feelings Voncloud is experience would look like.
The stories i reference are linked below:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23641270/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23657294/
"All I'm reminded of now is the guilt. The Failure, my failures. I stood watching that Warehouse Burn, it doesn't take having a keen sense to smell the smoke, it does take having one to smell the carnage. Melted plastic, charred wood, burnt boiled bodies. I was here before it was burning, when it was quiet. I watched the young boy she had either hired or strong armed to get inside the building quite the skillful show, what I saw of him anyway. Wasn't long until the quiet was broken though the thunder from inside marked the real start of that raid.
I had already noticed the van parked up, waiting for its moment to go in, she was in there no doubt about it, her and her cronies. Like a spectator sport I witnessed the Van tumble towards the front gates, blasting them open similar to a Rhino charging at a wood fence. Then I witnessed the disregard for life they were willing to show, the man was asleep and he was roasted. He might have had a family, loved ones. That was just the beginning, I heard it all, saw the flashes through the various high top windows, the short, vacant yelps of others loosing their lives. And here I stood like a gargoyle. watching over a church burning, an un-moving protector.
I could of stopped them, stopped her, I knew about the raid, I was here when they arrived I could of attacked and struck a blow, but I didn't. I couldn't see the point it wasn't her, not the real one, just another of her puppets, a head of her hydra body, strike it down another grows in its place.
I “Couldn't see the point”? Have I really grown so weak? So tired of this? Am I that lacking in hope now? I could of at least attempted to save the boy. The boy, he didn't deserve what happened barley crawling out with his life literally slipping through his paw. I could of got to him in seconds, healed him enough to keep him stable, got him out of there. Yet I didn't, I turned away, I took my leave as the faint sound of sirens filled my ears.
How have I become this disillusioned? I spend my time tracking these “Purgabots” yet I do not act. The military base was no different. That girl that...rather large girl going toe to toe with her like that it was inspiring to observe. The blows sounded like thunder to my ears. The girl had spirit ill give her that and she oozed confidence well, she did. Then it all went wrong, whatever body she was using far surpassed that girls natural strength. then there was the mini gun. Can't believe I got hit by a stray bullet from that thing, then again I'm surprised the building was still standing after it shredded holes into it. Then there is the fact I continued to just watch as the girl was played with like a fox at a hunt, the sheer struggle that girl went through, climbing, scrambling trying to get away from the hail of bullets only to end up entwined, at her mercy. She didn't get a chance to make a final blow if indeed that was what she intended the sirens again halted that but, what if they didn't, what if She had that chance, would I have moved to stop her? I'm not sure any more. I cant even convince or lie to myself that I try and save that girls life if I needed to.
I could of stopped her I could of helped, stood by that girls side whether she wanted me to or not. Or maybe have grabbed the girl and flown out the moment the bullets started flying. The girl was brave and strong but it was down to a lucky break she survived. Then again if the way that girl took her blows I suspect it would of taken that last shot to finish her off. How is it this girl was willing to step up to her knowing not even half of what I know yet I cannot even bother to do what is mine to do.
Purgatori. You are my greatest failure. All the lives you have ruined. The blood you have spilled. The souls taken from the world. It is my fault that such has occurred. Their blood is on my paws and you know this. And now I find myself powerless to even act against your soulless copies. I see no point I can cut down every single one and be no closer to stopping you. Before hand it was possible I could of exorcised you from your host sent you back to the black abyss from where you came from, but now, now your beyond me maybe even beyond my kind. How can one strike without hope of defeating his enemy, how can I protect anyone, offer any sort of confidence when you can return time and time again. We both knew this would be a battle of attrition but I realize now its one that I have lost.
A piece of writing i did as an offshoot/bridge for stories written by
telokey-the-bat and 
Leochingu in the Voncloud Purgatori Canon. And the Art was a commission from 
nandah as i felt only he could possibly draw what the feelings Voncloud is experience would look like. The stories i reference are linked below:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23641270/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23657294/
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