"Ladies and genentleman, people of all ages, I present to you our next act in the black circus! The sights will terrify you , watch and revel in as our last but greatest act begins, witness an act you've never seen before, hoped before, dreamt before, this is the act filled with danger and death… we present to you the demon of darkness, then monster of the shadows, the most feared beast of your nightmares. Here he is ladies and gentleman, the beast behind the curtain… The Harbringer!" the curtains slowly shifted to the edges and a glowing pair of red eyes stared with the most evil of intents bestowing the crowd. A beast in human form loomed in the shadows. The smell of blood wafted through the air, stinging the noses with the metallic scent. The air reeked of raw meat and it drifted around the tent, filling the air with the scent of a wild animal. The sounds of rusty wheels screeched as a chain pulled a cage into the spot light. There was a loud gasp from the crowd as they witnessed the face of death before them. The beast was clad in black, but its piercing red eyes cut through the shadow that covered its face. Its teeth dripped blood, dripped down to the black clothing, staining them with the blood of the dead, staining them with the remnants of the deceased; it's the fucking black circus.
The cage door remained locked shut; sealed with the numerous binding the kept the beast barricaded in. other clad in black followed the caged beast. They pulled people, hands bound in chains, clad in white and wearing masks to hide their faces. The death bringers also wore masks, white against their black garments. The bound wore black mask with no eye hole, instead their faces were painted on as smiles. The faces underneath the masks were of those of the dead, exiled to hell, sent to torturous suffering for all eternity. Tears dripped down their faces, rivers staining their clothes like they blood will soon. It was the doomed's apocalypse.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the low bloods, the filthy, the deserving to die, will be sent to hell personally the by the angel of death, the black god of the end, our Harbringer! You shall personally witness their demise, the ending the filthy peasants deserve. Enjoy the spectacle as their bloods siphons from their still bodies and the beast drinks it like the finest wine, watch as their limbs are ripped from their bodies, shredded as they are dismembered, gaze as their bones are broken into shards of their own demise…welcome…to the sight that is, the black circus."
The cries of the doomed echoed throughout the room, murderous screams tore through the once silence room as the beast torn through their bodies. The beast, was in fact a human, a crazed human bent on the destruction of all things, but only when it is derived from the cause. But he remains deaf to the cries of the death brought upon by his own hands. The last sight the condemned souls witness was the flash of the eyes of their harbringer…
TBC..
A/N: It's just the prologue don't worry. Read more if you enjoy ^-^!