My hands trembled as I looked down at them like I had never seen them before as i toppled to the rough grassy ground that laid below me.

I struggled to stand back up as my tears echoed through the rocky cavern. It seemed that no matter how loud I cried out there was nothing I could do. I glanced down towards my hands once more which were once pale but now was imbedded with deep red scales and a demonic aura that climbed off of my fingertips.

The disease moved its way from my fingertips to my palms as it scaled up to my elbow and climbed to my pale shoulder as if zapped its way down my lanky body and landed at my feet.

I screamed in agonizing pain as I stumbled backwards into a wall which wasn’t even a wall in the first place. I turned around and gripped my demonic hands around the object which I now knew was a mirror as I stared deep into what was once my own reflection.

I watched as the disease climbed its way up my neck and took over my cheeks and eyes. Never once did I ever think one small mistake could lead to this.

My tears glowed as they ran down my thick red skin and blood trickled down my forehead as its black horns began emerging from the sides of my head.

They stuck up like sharp antennas though held their ground like a soilder.

My head throbbed as my vision blurred and I stumbled back. I touched my head just to look down and see my whole hand covered in my own blood.

I fell back on the grassy floor once more as my head fell back and my arms gave out.

My eyes flickered open and shut as I struggled to keep my consciousness.

Maybe I deserve this. Maybe this will cure me. I struggled as I took a deep inhale from my nose.

Though I never did seem to exhale.