I answered the call again.

I turned to my master.

He glittered in the light, like an angle of death.

He is my salvation.

The exit from this world.

The solution to my problems forever.

The blood flows from my wrist staining the floor.

I dig him in deeper.

Little sparks of pain in my wrist.

But the pain is worth it.

The demon is gone for now.

Blood still drips to the floor.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I promised I wouldn't.

I stand and stop the blood.

I clean up the mess.

I promise I won't do it again.

I know it's a lie.

My master knows it too.

I will once again answer the call.

The call of the blade.