“I am a cancer that can hate.”

“My very existence is simple. I snake my way into your body, traveling through your blood like the open road, causing your organs to fail one by one.”

“Unwavering, moving ever forwards.”

“Yet some men are foolish enough to believe they can do what no other being has ever come close to achieving. They think death is something they can avoid, a process to be slowed to a halt.”

“Isn’t that right, Propaganda?”

“Last week you acted just as any terminal patient does. You took your followers and buried me under them like cancer under a handful of pills. Shoveling them greedily down your gullet as you begged for salvation from your afflictions.”

“Despite it all, I still clawed my way out from underneath that pile of corpses, I unleashed hell on Darkwish, on Academius… And you just narrowly escaped my grasp.”

“You stole the victory.”

“You cheated death.”

“But where did it land you?”

“One week later and you’re once again on death’s door with me metastasizing in your lungs.”

“You fought tooth and nail, used every last trick in the book, sacrificed handfuls of your brainless followers…”

“And it only delayed the inevitable by one single week.”

“Because I’m a cancer, Propaganda. One that can see what was snatched from its hands, one that refuses to stop once its begun. One that resists every last medication thrown its way.”

“I exist solely to destroy, to spread to every last cell until your blood turns to poison in your veins.”

“Your demise is my destination.”

“I know the moment I step between those ropes what you’re going to do, Propaganda. You’re going to call your followers to your bedside, you’ll beg them to give you every treatment they can afford.”

“But it won’t be enough.”

“You can’t outrun the inevitable. No matter how far you get down the road the end will be right at your heels.”

“And this time? I’m going to enjoy what I do to you.”

“My hands squeezing the life out of you organ by organ. Liver, lungs, heart? All left failing as I grip your life between my fingers and crush it in my grasp.”

“Nothing will delay me a second time. You don’t have Darkwish and Academius to absorb my wrath this time. Your followers will fall one by one as you try to scurry away.”

“But there’s only one way for the match to end, isn’t there?”

“One of us needs to hit the ground and not come back up.”

“Either the cancer dies, or you do.”

“And you’re stage four.”

“When you’re on the ground at my feet, clinging to life as I stomp every last bit of vitality out of your withered frame I want you to remember what I say here today.”

“You can’t outrun the Reaper.”

“You can hide, you can plead, you can fight with every last futile breath.”

“But Death comes for us all.”

“Be it last week or this week.”

“Your epitaph will read all the same.”