and fade to black.
While the taking of lives was indeed exhilarating, is would prove too monotone in the long run. His hunger could not be sated, but he could prolong these delicious moments of power and superiority. He was not against the idea of crippling the still pure souls ready to receive the taint. It was possible to kill in more than one way, and the beast liked experimenting. She wanted to learn, did she not? He could easily have raged because of the girl’s loose tongue, but he was in a position where this no longer mattered. Dahlia had been taken from him and Inferni still lived. His body was slowly succumbing, flesh rotten and soon to be devoured by worms and insects and the shadows that he could not satisfy.
She was a pretty little thing, he gave her that. Sticking her nose where it did not belong required punishment. She was lucky be alive after the first encounter. She had failed to understand this, but he would again show her mercy. He would show her how his cruel touch could reachbeyond the flesh and remain with her forever. She believed she wanted this, but he knew that when realization came to her, it would be too late. She would do everything, and he took his word for it. He knew she would scream. The demon made up his mind with ease, so willingly giving into the seduction of carnal desires. He would break her as he had broken so many others. He would take her innocence and leave her bloody and broken on the ground. He would kill her, yet her body would remain warm and her heart would continue to beat.
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