This is a drabble. It's meant to be short.
They all say he is a maniac, but he doesn't care what they say. His associates despise him, and he knows deep down that he unsettles some of them. Tyrian feels their unease radiating off them and he revels in it.
He loves the killing of his enemies, enjoying the way their blood splatters along the ground as he tears into them, the screams of agony in his ears. His vision goes red as he loses control. Violence is his fucking drug and he always craves it.
Fuck everyone who ever called him a walking lunatic. He would show them.
If you enjoyed, don't hesitate to leave a favorite, or review. They help me know that people are enjoying my material. If you want to see any of my snippets for future content, check out my writing blog on Tumblr (winterslonewolf).