He was the monster under the bed, in the closet, in every dark corner where imagination created sharp fangs and glowing eyes. He was the evil force in every nightmare that fed of the pure fear that was created by those who had no escape. He was the nocturnal terror that stalked the world at night. There was a reason to be afraid. He wondered if he was a God. While he knew that he consisted of flesh and blood, his soul was immortal. Too long now, he had been waiting for something to happen. For too long, he had forgotten that he was the main leader in this horror story. Unfortunate creatures crossed his path, yes, but Haku thirsted for that better tasting lust that could only be brought by pure cruelty that was brought out to life when he went after his fellow canines. With a heart quickly turning into the ultimate darkness, there was no other way to temporary happiness.
What was happiness? Was it the hunt? It faded so awfully quickly that he often sat left wondering if it had been there at all. Slowly, secretly though with the uttermost devotion, he had tracked that lovely scent of his one-eyed woman. He had tasted her blood and devoured her flesh. It was likely that she did not know this yet, but she belonged to him now. Lillith was a false priestess, yet a powerful ally with her insanity. They tasted so differently though. Kaena Lykoi tasted of years and violent storms, dirt and deep woods, loss and withering landscapes with nothing left but memories. She intrigued him. While she had forever left his mark on his face and body, the man could not hate her. He was not a mindless monster- no, not yet, and there was appreciation for her old soul and brave heart.
Now was the time and it was absolutely perfect. She was being reckless as hell, but this was allowed because that was what was needed in order for Haku Soul to reach her. A light disappointment lingered with soft tones as he entered the library, for once in his optime and not secui. While he had obtained the skill of reading human books when he was young, he had no interest for the lore of those deceased. Haku belonged to the old world. Had he been a human he should have been a gladiator, bathing in death and blood, raising his fists to receive that glorious chorus of applaud. Fate had decided that he was to play the role of the original wolf character. Hated, feared and so fucking bad.
He had followed her for some time now, ever since she quickly passed by not far from the Dahlian borders. Haku was a wonderful tracker, and had taken good time following her scent and subtle tracks. She would not know what was coming before his teeth had torn halfway through her throat. No, not tear. Those odd feelings stirred in his chest, warning him to be careful this time. The woman knew how to dance the deadly steps when lives were at stake. She had shown him that and he had failed to fully realize her skills. Unfortunately for her, she had failed too. She had believed him to be dead. The man was certain of this. Despite this, he was not surprised that he had not. He knew what he was and what he could and could not do. Haku Soul could not die.
A young, tiny flame seemed to dance in the distance, and the male slowly walked towards the small flame, silently grinning as he thought of the saying that suggested to not follow the light. He worshipped the darkness. Eyes turned blind and things instantly became more fun.
Suddenly, in a rare moment of recklessness while consumed by the hunt, his shoulder hit something invisible and by the sound of what happened next, caused a book to dive for the floor and hit. His body lurched to the side, and he could make out a chair burdened with books. Eyes snapped back to that living flame and the warm body of the hybrid woman in the small light source. A cruel smile ruled his face now and the mistake would perhaps not be as fatal after all. Haku fed on fear. He remembered too well back when Colibri Haku had joined Dahlia and the thick, almost choking waves of fear that she had gone through when she had discovered the scent from her rapist father. He should fuck her again one day, just to feed off that ultimate fear and misery. Not now though, because this woman was his current focus. He was close enough now anyway. The male started to crunch slightly as he closed up on her even more. The last moment before he lunged the darkness did not protect him anymore. It was too late though, because he was here now and this time he would be the one deciding how the story would end.