Th-thum-a-thud.
Night, her favorite movement of the day. The point in which the curtains did fall down up on the heavens. The time when the wolrd felt as dead as she did inside.
Th-thum-a-thud.
Precious little jewels did exist tonight. So, she choose to play her games and participate in the only activities that made her still feel alive.
Th-thum-a-thud.
This one was just like the rest of them. Worthless. Heh. All life was worthless for that matter, she had learned that lesson long ago. There were no saviors, no gods, no good, just torment. A chaos of people shredding into each other for their own gain. Thus, it made perfect sense to embrace the chaos.
Th-thum-a-thud.
She licked her lips. The time was nearing for the height of the closing act. What a glorious event this will be. How she’d enjoy letting him know the joys of existence. Yes, he’ll know exactly how joyful and great existing is. She’ll show him everything she had learned in the past…
Th-thum-a-thwat!
Red, glorious deep dark red. She grinned as she pulled her clawed gloves up from the dismembered body part and lowered herself to the male’s face so that her nose would touch his. A cruel smirk graced her lips, becoming the last thing the man would ever see; for at that moment, she shot out with her other hand in order to produce a deep jagged group of slashes that tore through his throat and upper chest.
She stood up from her prey, grinning as she looked down at the prone form that lay on the bed. She lazily shook her claws clean, flicking specks of blood onto the sheets, as she allowed her eyes to roam his body one last time. Once she was done admiring her work so far, she knelt hopped down off the bed so she could get to work. Once she finally left, her plaything was barely recognizable, at all. Perhaps there were still traces of the remnants having once been human, if you squinted and tilted your head in the right way, for she had ceated a grande work of art with his entrails and other innards. Such a glorious bit of fun she had tonght.
Such had been her life, since the day everything else died, she allowed herself to die inside. Who cares about right or wrong, those concepts do not exist at all. All that exists is desires and whose desires is stronger. Who cared anymore. Humans were worst of all. They had burned her for helping one of theirs… For helping! Such was intollerable.
Then, there was the voices in her head… So many voices, one of the demon who she had sold into for additional power… The other, was something else. Something quieter that she did not understand. She felt chaos and destruction from it, but she didn’t care to investigate. All she knew was that she was no longer who she once was and probably will never be that woman again. But then again, she did not care.
She quickly put on her leather outfit then stepped back onto the street as if nothing had happened at all. Tonight had brought pleanty of fun. Perhaps she’ll find more on this planet. Yes, there’s bound to be more playthings for her to make herself feel again with..