!!s+3jnIPglLK 12/21/11(Wed)23:03 No.17295128|
The numerous clashes of metals accompanied by the corpse slain in cold blood by those I tried to reason with amount to nothing else but an unending, unsalvageable battle that, in the end, would always be an unreachable dream.
The sun is up, today, I have slain my mother, my sister, my clan by fraternising with the humans, and I always thought our chief lacked leadership that she was idealistic, but I always followed in her ideals of chivalry.
My blade is coated in the bloods of my sisters, scales, tails, corpse slashed away as the humans’ fights with unending zeal, cleansing our race, killing the captured males, executing those fighting for us.
>Your vision is on the ground, numerous leaves, roots and grass mark it as something of a jungle nature.
Did you know? These battles, confrontations of might, slashing, knocking, moving, screaming… it activate something primal, the need to continue slashing even as my sisters plead, magic enveloped me, yet I never wanted to stop, being a monster is my nature, and even if none of us were feral, it’s impossible to escape the influence of the Demon Lord, as I killed my family, I felt aroused, the bloodlust mounting to my head, liberating me from ideals and useless dogma, just accepting the pleasure my body felt.
>At your feet lies the dead, numerous women in scales of various colors, equipment rendered useless, meat and blood mixing.
Maybe being a traitor is in my blood? I don’t feel anything when I look back at this, no shame, no joy, no pleasure.
Your eyes open, your breath is almost heavy; a small amount of sweat covers your body while your arm is being held by a sleepy Mantis, sleeping without a sound. Your other side is empty, no Knight to latch to your warmth.
This dream was not about you, that is certain.