BLOOD it is what he craves at all hours of all days. he is a rare creature, one that will not be missed when he is gone. where he goes only destruction and chaos remain. who he meets will never be seen again. few who come across such a wicked presence live to tell the tale. those who do, their eyes almost appear glossy with fear. he is being of the dark, a condemned soul that is left to satisfy his hunger through the murder and devouring of others. he is a demon, one of those that should never have been created and yet here he stands. if he should die, stories would be told of the king of the shadows, the murderous cannibal who roamed Moladion. he will not be missed and the entire world should rejoice at his death. the lands themselves would seem brighter, and perhaps the birds would sing a little louder.
ALAS this day is not the day of Malikye’s death, but it is the day of another’s.
THE Devil’s hour approaches this night, allowing the darkest forms to slither from the hiding places and walk amongst them all. he being one of the worst of them. it is within the darker parts of the night’s shadows that he dwells, behind a bush with crystal eyes locked onto a small sleeping form. tongue slithers out from behind those jaws, dragging along cleansed kissers and falling loosely. saliva pools within that mouth, dripping out from the sides of it. that scarred face is locked on and isn’t turning away any time soon. in silence, he slithers out from his own hiding place.
NORMALLY the beast craves a battle. the feeling of conquering another enough to send shivers down his spine. it almost gives him the right to consume his opponent for if they lose then that means that they were too weak to walk across the lands of the living. in Malice’s mind, he was doing them a favor. years passed though and the consumption of flesh had drove him fairly mad and his own body began to crave such a thing even without the adrenaline of a fight. now, on this night he would use stealth, use silence and he would kill like an assassin.
HIS shadow falls across the sleeping form and he watches as the muscles under that young and healthy coat tense up. saliva falls from his mouth as he listens to the quickened heartbeat. the smell of fear is rank upon him for it is within his nightmares that Malikye roams. yet this is no nightmare, he is here and the boy will find out soon enough. his drool lands upon the boy, stirring him from his slumber. the beast growls, the sound like rolling thunder deep within his mass. the boy is slow, lifting his head and turning it to look upon him. fear and confusion ripple across that handsome face and all that is given is a sickening smile that turns into a snarl. then, he lunges, teeth landing upon the flesh in his throat. he pushes his weight on to the boy, pinning him down into the ground to prevent anything. no scream can flow from his young lips for his breath is being drained. Malikye can feel the youngness talons tearing at his own fur and he relishes in the pain, basking in the moment as his own blood drips from his flesh. his own talons dig into the boy, the moments lingering on for so long. finally, when the torture is satisfying enough, Malikye bites down harder and twists, snapping his neck with a satisfying crack. it is in this moment that now lay upon the motionless corpse, breathing in the stench of death and injustice.
HE is so distracted by his victory that he does not feel the innocent, now tainted, gaze upon him.
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