Simplicity
The receding of the tendrils come back as quickly as they left. And mercilessly squeeze and seemingly torment the orb of light. The cracks grow larger and more jagged as the light inside you is grudgingly succumbing to the darkness. As the orb finally cracks a blinding flash appears and disappears, the tendrils lash at it and drag it back to the plain of black where its light can't be seen.
*On the outside*
The deed is finally done the man on the floor is cold, he skin of his, is pale. He draws breath no more. But you... Have never felt more alive, your humanity has slipped away in your violent act and the light was extinguished. The true explanation of the key, the book, the woman, the light and dark, and their connections mean nothing to you. You just continue for bloodlust.
*On the outside*
The deed is finally done the man on the floor is cold, he skin of his, is pale. He draws breath no more. But you... Have never felt more alive, your humanity has slipped away in your violent act and the light was extinguished. The true explanation of the key, the book, the woman, the light and dark, and their connections mean nothing to you. You just continue for bloodlust.
