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- Farewell-

- Demon -

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The creature stirs, though was it ever dead in the first place? A harsh exhale, the demon's breath hot enough to create a fake steam from the saliva-filled, damp, cavern. The rash, foul, breath never once ceased to exit the damp warmness of the cavern. The cavern, the mouth, gapped open as wide as one could muster. A fish starved for water, as most would put this demon in this situation as.

A gag, of missing one single breath of life, then a stumble. Crimson color painted the darling sea of green blades beneath the figure. The drops so small and insignificant, yet plays such a vital part in the world of the living. An ocean of red would have formed by now, if it were by not the demon venturing away again. Inhaling, exhaling, panting, wheezing, whimpering. Oh, the wonderful cries of one nearing death. The wonderful sight of one struggling against their own time, thus the time was dawning closer, nearer, until it would be too late...

The rocks, jetting out into the dark abyss that would forever be noted as the woods of death. Oh, how many victims had fallen to the snares of vines, clinging to ill fated life against the forest floor. A snap; the crackling of the leaves make their silent, yet noticeable, song. Enough to freeze the demon in such a devastating fear, enough to give a chill down the bones of the spine. The skin of the beast shines against the ominous, low hanging, moon; the skin tainted over beads of sweat, the self-made water gives a stench. Such a scent that would give the area a chilling, hungry, desperation vibe.

Desperation of the hunted.

Lips curl up into such a smirk, that would forever rival the very devil himself. The victim - no - my prey stumbles yet again. The limbs growing numb, I know, by the amount of blood painting the gorgeous ground just beneath the prey. One swift movement my own limbs, that would be named my legs, itch to stand. Thus, I do. Yet no other movement dares to show off my display of actions.

Wait it out, watch the torture take place.

Ah, there it is. That voice that I dare call my friend. Though, in reality, I know full well of what that creature is. I can feel my lips curl up again with such thoughts. This voice, along with the many voices. It seems as if the spirits of vengeance never leave me be. They call upon my flesh, my mind, my soul.

My knuckles crack, the noise echoes into the forgotten forest. The stumbling prey comes to a halt, observing the foreign noise. I cannot help by silently chuckle. One getting close to death, I must wonder, do all prey go through a heighten about of sense once they enter the stage of adrenaline? My wondering mind is silenced; the whispering voice in my ear speaks up.

It continues, the body is drawing itself thin. The beautiful red has drained far too long.

I dare not speak, for I know what will come next.

Kill it, finish it. Take the foul creature's final breath, make its life a farewell concert.

With that, I can no longer hold my laughter inside my body. As if the devil himself has possessed me, my shrill of laughter spreads upon the dieing land. My prey, already staggering along, is found rushed and attempting to flee. Another, quieter, chuckle slips from my throat and pass my pale, chapped lips. This game I play, is much like a dog chasing its own tail. How as much as my victim tries to run, they're found only going in circles. For I am everything around them. I am the night brisk air, feeling their tiring lungs until their death. I am the land, that supports them and yet makes them stumble over every dip and curve in my skin. I am even the ominous moon, giving them a small about of light to guide the creatures to their resting point.

No more wittering time away, it is time to end this game. As quick as shadows appear in the light, was as quick as I appeared. The male demon stumbles back, a gasp escapes the bloody lips. My own lips itch to smirk, which I allow them too. I know full well what kind of smirk it is. Would I even call it a smirk? No, I would not. It would be called a smile. A smile bent on ending this demon's life...this foul beast that needs to disappear from the Earth.

A plea escapes my prey's bloody lips. To others, frozen in their place would have came; listening to what pleads that would edge them closer to death. I --- am not like that. My arm raises into the air, slow motion drawing out this horror that I dare call drama. Oh, how it gave me such a rush. A mad rush that I will never grow bored of. The blade shimmers in the moon's ominous light, cascading down to show it blood stained. So many have fallen under my weapon, so many that shall attach to me in the next life, so many that will make me do their own acts of vengeance to those who did them wrong. Ah, the joys of life being cut down like an ancient tree.

In one swift motion, not once was there a sign of hesitation, the blade came down. Much like the ancient guillotines, my arm swung and swung hard. A shriek echoed into the chilled, night, air making the night completely perfect. The crimson color, the value of life, blood runs down now. It taints the Earth below, and dares to touch my bare feet. My reaction? Enjoy the feel while I can, before I realize what I have done again. My pools of life, my orbs, my eyes, are glazed over with no such emotion. No light in the said eyes, not even under the moon's glorious light.

The small weapon slips from my grasp. My job here tonight is finished. Zip, nothing more do at this very moment. The hand that held the blade, covered in my demon prey's blood, is extended to my face. A quick lap of of my tongue, and I taste the substance. Ah, how it held a taste similar to mine. He he, I wonder why...I'll tell you why. Because this demon is no demon, but it is none other then a human. A male human, and thus near me.

"Farewell, Father."

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- Farewell -

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Author's Note:

This is my first story here, and I must say, I did not plan on seeing THIS coming from it all. Ha, but I found it quite fun to make, though I am not out to attack and kill my father or anything. It just came, you know? Anyway, hope to see reviews and such...please, no flames this once? Thank you?