Clarvoyant of Violet Blood Written by Skyler Jorgensen It echoes through the vintage screen doors. The shadow of the demon who forbidden himself through stabs of consistent darkness. Running, the footsteps of the demon catching up to me. I hear the growls, the hungry calls for the prey of flesh. The thought quickly ran through my head, as I watched the rugged, deformed being catch up. The decisions of life were quickly coming to memorization. With this next thought, I would probably commit something too deviously reckless. "I shall kill this stranger." I could literally hear the drums of succession leading onto my silouette. Hiding from this being, what would I do when I am so helpless? Fight, reckless enough to get me killed. But standing here and waiting for him to turn the corner is enough to get me killed as well. I could see the images through the "third eye", everything coming to a cessation of existence. Not now, not now will I decease. The reaction which debated my life, was the only one that only made my death wish, grow longer. The yells ringed, as I escaped from my hiding place. A sword in hand, and a mind waiting to extinguish by this ever so foolish remark of motion. Black silence, panting was an extremity. While my eyes opened with minimized pupils, I saw everything. Everything of my life changing, as I viewed the sword, lodged within the demon's scalp. "What have I done? I know what, future suicide." The remark which escaped my lips, was one I hoped to forget. But that wish could never be graced, I know that much already. Finding out their comrade is dead, this only left one consequence, death. Crimson upon the walls, the distorted art of the ending of one's story. The sensation somehow, unexpectingly, creeped up my spine. This created something, a feeling I was afraid of. But somehow, everything just felt so fascinating about just simply killing someone. Evil, corrupted, this laugh of happiness was creating such a relief. Is it wrong to feel so great about murders? In my opinion, this feels like it's your everyday fun. Except the thing was, it never got boring. I could imagine what it would be to portray a mass killer, just continously, constantly deceasing of the others. But something rang in my mind when this all came to realization, "Why do I feel so good?"
