I took a piece of her home with me.
Vile thing.
Thief.
Succubus.
I ate the rest.
Vile thing.
Thief.
Succubus.
Stop starring at me.
Enchantress.
Go home.
Wretch.
Murder.
STAY OUT OF MY MIND!!!
He knelt on the floor, his hands dripping with the ink that was his blood. His hollow eye-sockets stared blankly into the horror of the room. Archaic runes penned a deep crimson, half-mad babble, gibberish words- all covered the walls of this room. His empty sockets moved to his hands, now more like claws than human appendages, and he began to sob silently. Everything was wrong. He lifted those claws over his head and brought them down, plunging them into the ready flesh of his abdomen. A small streamlet of blood escaped his lips and he was no more.
Upstairs a whole new year was rung in with all the frivolity due to it. No one wondered where ol' Charlie had wandered off to, no one cared that he had left for the bathroom ofver two hours before. In fact, no one even cared.
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