Who Am I
By: Angelis
A fear I do not wish to face in a place I do not wish to be.
It stares me in the face screaming my name so loud that blood flows like a raging river from within my ears.
It flows down my neck onto my shoulders and like a water fall it noisily slams into the ground.
What is this eternal struggle I face?
What is this monster that I see standing tall before me reeking of evil?
Why is it here?
It is here because of what I am.
I hamper the spread of evil and it has sent this beast,
this pitiful screaming sack of flesh to stop me.
I stand here staring back at the beast of burden before me soaked in my own blood I calmly gaze deep into it's eyes.
Working my way every deeper into the tiny brain that runs this huge body.
Slowly ever so slowly do I begin to concentrate.
I can feel the creatures blood start to boil as it courses through it's throbbing veins.
It's eyes suddenly become large as it realizes what I am doing but it is to late to stop me for I have already started the events in motion and now it's fate has been sealed.
It shall become another sacrifice sent to me in this eternal game of chess.
With that the creature screams, blood erupting forth from it's mouth.
It's eyes become large and I feed of the pain that I can see radiating from them.
The beasts whole body now beats with the rhythm of it's once strong heart that has now been scorched and torn to shreds by it's own blood.
That blood that now stains the floor of my great hall.
Seeing it flowing and spreading out on the great marble floors sends me into a raging fury and I cannot wait for my foes death any longer.
I unsheathe my sword swinging hard first taking one arm and then the other.
The exposed veins now spew there masters life blood in all directions changing the color of my hall from gleaming white to a blood red so vibrant I thirst to bend down on my knees and drink of the blood of this sorry excuse for a demon.
As my fury heightens even more I continue wielding my sword taking hunks of flesh off they foe's body that would feed a feast of hundreds.
I now look once more into the screaming eyes of the now decrepit body standing in front of me and see nothing but pain an fear.
Fear for the end and pain for the failure it has brought upon itself.
Slowly I run my fleshy tongue down the edge of my blade tasting the life of the once great beast standing in front of me.
It tastes of sweetened evil and I know thirst for more.
Enraged I raise my sword and plunge it deep into what is left of the demons once huge chest.
It tries to scream but there is no air left in it's long to let it.
As it's now lifeless body slumps to the floor I run forward sinking my teeth into it's neck and lap up what blood is left in it's horridly dismembered excuse for a body.
Blood drips from the corners of my mouth as I now rise.
Standing tall over what was once a great beast I scream out into the world with new found glory for I have fond my answer.
I have found what I have so long pondered over.
It is not you that are evil but I.
I am the one who created all this.
I am the bring of the dark and the raper of life.
I am the one true evil.
