Shadows Consume All
Existing in a world that can't see you, or acknowledge you is hard. You tried and succeeded in helping them, but they just thanked their fucking Angel guardians for all the hard work you did. So you gave up. Helping, that is. Not fighting. Not ever would you give up fighting for yourself. Never.
Life is hard, so you tried killing yourself. But, of course, just because you're a fucking shadow, you can't kill yourself. Fuck, you hated your miserable and loathsome existence, you truly hated it. You look up. Perfect, the 'heavens' are going to open up and rain down misery upon the surface. Not that you needed any more misery, that is, you have enough by your standards. Seems those fucked up bastards and bitches the humans call Gods and Goddesses seem to think you need more. Your heart, black and emotionless like the rest of your subconscious, leaps at the prospect of being able to stalk the streets, and scare people shitless for your own sadistic pleasure.
As you stalk around the village, you let your eyes land upon a young boy, about nine years old, sobbing quietly, clutching the hand of a teddy bear in a death grip in his hand, unrestrainedly wailing for his mother. But, because of you his mother will never come, you raped her and then brutally murdered her. You feel no remorse, guilt nor regret, those emotions left you when you were dragged kicking and screaming through the fiery gates of hell and death. Hell reshaped you, once a kind considerate soul, you are now a cold heartless shell of a person. A shadow. You do to the boy what you did to his mother, but you spare him. You don't know why you did this, you just know that you did. The boy, Link is his name. Not that you care. You've traumatised him, and he is sobbing harder than ever, and you revel in it. You know that others would think that the most disgusting thing in the world, but you don,t care, you're a shadow, a Shadow That Consumes All.