It was just like any late-night stroll he had ever taken, though maybe not as hospitable as some would prefer. The clinging chill was almost unbearable, and the coupling it shared with sheer, barren bulk could persuade a mind into madness.
All was like a blank canvas. No life to be captured by normal senses; nothing other than the darkness reimbursed the observation.
A breeze or too—bringing with it a bite—tossed loose clothing around like plank upon a calm beach. If nothing more, it convinced him that he was out for the night and not pretending to dream this very experience.
So many factors kept him walking, kept ushering his feet to traverse the road less dunes.
Plain contempt pushed him away from the village and away from the desire to slaughter. He was not sure when his personality (or lack thereof) merged with the other nor could he disprove it ever happening. In the end of it all, he doubted there'd ever be an answer.
That was all pointless. Pointless things have no purpose. He had discovered as much.
The sand was scraping against each other, he supposed. Every bout of wind sent the apexes of mounds tumbling over one another and all procured a continuous hissing noise.
He was certain he could mimic it exactly—very certain indeed.
It was probably meant to be an uneventful meandering in that wilderness, however not even he was sure if he wanted a disturbance.
The pressure of the turbulent sand within forced the cork to be expelled from the oddly shaped container. So lost in thought was he, that it had not registered to him until a tendril of sand slithered over half of a boldly outlined eye.
Also obscured was the attacker, though of what could be seen, he was clothed in a common style with a notched katana. The said weapon was also being held off by the innate powers of his monster within.
He needed no explanation for this action clearly marked him his kill.
No hesitation.
As if the demon had manifested itself in that livid sand, it enveloped him in a final embrace, and soon nothing was left—not even blood.
Had it opened its maws wide?
It oscillated like livewire, which was a simple reaction considering several others emerged behind the shifting dunes.
Just as abruptly, they were all gone—taken in by something both sentient and figurative. Well… Save for one, that is.
The bloodlust had died down before it was the pitiful man's turn. Blessing or not, he remained alive. From his humble position upon the ground, he called, "How? How! You killed them all—my companions!"
"What bodies?"
He turned and left the only survivor to ponder the words of a boy who exists only to kill.