Description
There he stood with tattered black wings, encompassed by molted feathers that scattered the plains like dewdrops on a blade of grass. Sedentary, never moving, he was a statue amongst the fluttering leaves and pastures in a world we dubbed, "Earth". Despair and loneliness enveloped him as if they were his only friends. His emotions had been cast away long before he stepped foot on Earth, his features forever embedded with murderous intent, sadistic pleasure, and a twisted grin that vocalized his passion for bloodshed. Lips stained and tainted with a familiar, crimson liquid, he reminisced of years forgotten, years wasted, and years regretted. The copper taste of blood washed over his system, yet none could ever compare to the delectable flavor that belonged to a beloved mortal. She, whose life fluid was the pinnacle of a succulent spread, the epitome of a perfect meal, was perhaps just a figment of his imagination now. Although, without her, he was nothing but a vessel void of a soul, a mere outcast living amidst human beings. Without her, he was a stone, perpetually sinking in the vast, undiscovered waters of the Pacific Ocean, nothing to secure him of ever witnessing the sun's dazzling rays in his eternal lifetime. Without her, he was deemed a psychopath, impatiently craving his prey with bated breath, when in actuality, all he wanted was to sink his teeth into her flesh once again.
Prologue: Humble Beginnings
