Argenti

"Are you happy now? Now that you've got everything you ever wanted? Do you feel satisfied?" Asks the tarot man. 

"No." Replies Jakob, his voice small and tight. "Not at all"

Power swirls through him. Godhood. He can do anything. Anything but fix himself.

"I-I can't be like this."

The tarot man watches on "But this is what you wanted, is it not?"

"I... I know. It was." Jakob stares at his hands, nothing turning to nothing. Ashes to ashes and all that.

"Unhappy with what it costed?"

"Yes."

The night stretches long into the sky.