--Inner Demons--
The moon shines
red this night. Two samurai stand shrouded by rain. One angelic
adorned in a white kimono, and the other’s black, producing a
demonic aura. Though the angelic’s kimono had a depressing gray
hue to it due to the rain, one could still sense the purity in
his heart. To the left of these opposing forces lay the horror-stricken
eyes of their lover. The female watcher falls on her knees into
the mud sobbing uncontrollably. She knows that this night will
have to deal with the death of a lover.
“I lover her,
I hate you,” The angelic proudly stated standing with his katana
drawn, trained on the demonic samurai.
“I hate her…I
hate you,” Bragged the demonic as he charged forth attacking the
white samurai with untrained blows derived from rage.
The silver oh his katana could barely be seen in the night, and
seemed to make the demonic appear as a blur of flashing light.
The two forces
fought still in the eyes of the sobbing lover well into the night.
Their blades reflected the red moon’s light placing a curious
light on the faces of the samurai. This red light appeared as
blood in the lover’s eyes, and her once fair face became pale
and nearly lifeless. Tears mixed with rain, and also caught the
moons light causing her tears to look as drops of blood running
down her cheeks
“Hate is the
force that we are of. You are I, as I am you. Tonight I destroy
you, demon!” The angelic spoke these words almost in a chant,
giving him power over the demonic. With each passing second the
angelic blocked yet another onslaught of attacks from the demonic.
Tired of the game the angelic moved in for a deathblow upon his
demonic foe. Though this attack was to no avail, for they came
into a deadlock of blades, the two forces equal in strength and
determination, they found their blades intertwined, the twin souls
meeting for that paradoxical moment when neither good nor evil
prevails. Gritting his teeth the angelic spoke once more taunting
the demonic, “…My hate shall destroy you…”
The demonic grinned
and flicked his right wrist. A dagger flew out of a sleeve and
connected with the angelic’s shoulder, causing the angelic’s kimono
to become bloodstained. The underhanded blow dealt the demonic
spoke with a grin, “…And so it ends…”
The angelic fell
on one knee still fending off the demonic’s blade. The angelic
applied pressure more so on the left side of the demonic’s blade
as the angelic span to the right, bringing his blade upwards in
a slashing motion to drive his blade through the demonic’s torso.
While the angelic
span he spoke to the demonic, quite possibly the last words the
angelic would speak, “I love—“The angelic gritted his teeth and
tore through the demonic’s torso completely causing blood to fall
upon the muddy ground. The angelic finished his sentence after
he dealt this blow, “—her, and that is enough motivation to rid
myself of you!” The angelic was so blinded by rage that he didn’t
even notice the fact that his foe had been slain, and continued
to hack at the corpse, that bloodlust seemed to never end.
The lover saw
the victor was the angelic, and sprung to her feet. She ran in
joy to the angelic, not noticing that her lover had still been
consumed by his rage due to the hard rainfall. All that was noticeable
was a seemingly kneeling white figure--her lover. The angelic
thought the lover was the oncoming demonic and figured he had
been beating upon a decoy. Bringing his katana up, he slit the
throat of his lover, still under the assumption that it was the
demonic. The lover’s fall ended in front of the angelic’s feet.
Breaking down in tears the angelic realized what he had done,
and hated himself for it. The arm that had been wounded by the
dagger spread a burning sensation through the angelic’s body which
he had just now noticed, and gritted his teeth in pain because
of it. Falling to his knees the angelic fainted, and bled until
the sun rose that morning. The new light brought view to three
bodies; on the far left the demonic, dilapidated and transformed
into a bloodied mess; to the right of this corpse lay the angelic,
in the now drying white kimono with the bloodstain on his right
shoulder. The blood had traveled down his arm and across his chest
forming a sort of an ironic grin; finally to the right of the
angelic lay the lover of the two forces looking just as beautiful
as she had any other day, despite the vital wound on her neck…
