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You wondered if this was what Nergal had been, before the tablets and the temples and the screaming. Before they carved him into a monster because hunger was easier to understand than want. Maybe he had just been a god of thresholds. Of the moment before the choice. Of the breath between the match and the gasoline.

You ordered a black coffee. You didn’t even want the caffeine. That was the strangest part. Urban Demons -v1.1 Beta- -Nergal- -Completed-

They had not leashed him, you realized. They had reminded him of his name. You wondered if this was what Nergal had

Nothing came.

You sat on your fire escape. The city breathed around you. Somewhere, a siren. Somewhere else, a laugh. You waited for the itch—the familiar clawing behind your sternum that said ruin this, ruin this, ruin this. Of the moment before the choice