Fort Nought

-Fort Nought- Albeit the fire rising...They remained remorseless in the comfort of their characteristic shadows. Slaughter. A disgraced forethought. The days counting down the houses wretched sins. Stripped clean of the titles. The magistrate. Ignited in the lies, piling a top of a false name. A privilege to even speak. Sentenced before themselves, the justified folk they believe to be. Impending, a term so accustomed that the thought alone is considered a comfort. Nought. No longer will said name bleed the treachery of a living falsehood. Understand. Pity and mercy are things that have been given. They are yet to find out...It can be so easily taken away.