You are small in the eyes of such a creature. You are weak. Oneshot. (In dire need of a revamp...)
We are dying as we live, unable to save ourselves as we fall deeper into the pitch-black hole of oblivion. Hate has corrupted us. Like a disease it infects every part of our being and everyone around us, and it is only by one force that we can be cured. Oneshot. (Wrote this when I was a lot younger...heh.)
Her mind was empty and the world was broken. (Will eventually be a series of oneshots. No real order.)