A darkening sun disappeared upon the horizon, the fresh blood on his talons shining in a strangely beautiful way. As light receded and the shadows grew, he loped onward, hearing dark forms slowly awakening from their slumber. Flexing his gloved fingers impatiently, his lips curled in a feral grin.
He always had been a violent child, preferring the unsheathing of a sharpened blade to those kind, petty words used so often by others. Withdrawn, slinking about in the darkness. They tried to call him back but he drifted even further away.
Watching the murder of the only man he'd ever trusted was all it took.
Eyes dilated in the blackness, mouth hung open ever so slightly, he could smell and hear and taste them nearby, their movements so loud, breathing so raspy he could hear them coming from a mile away. Pitiful, really. Smaller ones nipped about his heels and were dead with a simple kick, larger ones relied more on stealth, but still they perished. All of them would die.
He would kill them all, and with this thought he laughed, the sound low and dangerous, laced with madness.
One of the demons finally leapt- in two slashes it was dead, disappearing into foul mist. Defeating them so quickly lacked excitement. He preferred holding one to the ground as he slowly carved its chest open and it screeched and fought until he pulled the tiny black mass of flesh it had for a heart out and crushed it in his palm-
A pointed ear twitched and he whipped around, letting the airborne creature impale itself upon his claws. For a moment it was still alive, breath gurgling softly, then it faded away.
Beautiful.
Running his tongue over pointed teeth, his catlike nose wrinkled in a grin. If monsters were so lovely when twisted, covered in blood, how would one of the villagers look as he ran a razor-sharp claw across her creamy smooth skin, the whimpers and tears she would give him as he licked the sweet blood off her…
A branch snapped behind him, startling the boy-monster from his nightmarish fantasy. One swipe and the demon lay still on the ground.
Multiple eyes glowed in the distance and nearby, watching his every move. Glancing at his talons, he licked a bit of gore off. The effect the sweet, sharp fluid had on him was almost intoxicating. Oh, so soon and he would taste the blood of a maiden as she breathed her last beneath him…
Delicious.