One. The Poetry of Murder.
You will be made into art. Your death, a symphony, a theatre of perfection. And all is set into motion, my hand the conductor of this piece. With dawn will come the climax, and with it, your end.
Two. The Art of Performance.
Dance, dance upon your final stage, little puppet. Dance, before the strings are cut. Oh, how you cry for release… and upon the edge of this canvas I shall bring it. Cruel, cold and harsh is the life you lead - why not end it in beauty?
Three. The Finality of Death.
With the pull of the trigger - captivation. With the curtain call - ecstasy. With the final breath - peace. Life is empty, but the masterpiece is a bullet, an iron soul forged in passion. Fear not your final scene, my performer… through death you will be remembered as an artist.
Four...
And so the stage is set. Our journey begins… let us dance, together, and bloom in the carnage of perfection.
I am no psychopath. They know not of what they do.
No.
I am an artist, a painter, a contemporary of my craft. What is more beautiful than the dusk of day? What is more magnificent than the glory of a climactic finish?
Yet in the cool shade of night we find that every man is the same as the other...
Nobody wants to die.
But yet they all run from the end the same.
Yet they all beg and plead and scream and bow. But where is the beauty in that? Life... Life is so ugly, so uncouth, so messy.
But death is peace. Death is glory. Death is a dance.
And I am the stagemaster.
Hi there. First story here on FF. It's still a concept, so nothing crazy just yet. But of course this story will be focused on Jhin. I love the guy like crazy and I can't help but want to become the first to write an amazing story about him.
Consider this small prologue a taste of what is coming. Of course not everything will be as poetic as what is up there and there will actually be a story. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Peace.