Cause Disarray
By SMYGO4EVA
Blurring patterns and everything seems the same. It isn't the same, and it's not what it seems. A student could be someone else entirely, and a kindly doctor could be a monster, wielding a weapon soaked in the color of rubies. The student could not be a student at all, but a creature of the darkness, yearning for the lifeblood that keeps him alive all these years. The doctor could be a hunter, who wants something of the utmost beauty to be in his arms for all time.
In this difference, there is chaos, and nothing remains as it was. A weak link in a mighty chain can make a powerful dynasty crumble before your very eyes; a clan would be dispersed in a millisecond. One indiscretion would make an otherwise chaste and pure being viewed as unworthy of forgiveness. The feeling of the craving would make even the most common sensed human want more until those desires were fulfilled. A slight movement would bring order from chaos, and likewise to the other form.
A hunter could be one of great knowledge but seeks more until his thirst for the unknown has been quenched. One could be art blind and not know of what trivialities could be great gifts to humankind. A blood-drinker would not know of his power until a terrible price would be held out in front of him.
Chaos and order come hand in hand, and they would not exist without the other, so the vicious cycle would continue. To cause disarray is all a part of a higher plane of what is destruction and what is resurrection. It all comes down to what the hunter and the blood-drinker use the joy of rebirth and the fate of destruction for. The yin and the yang meld together, in the mist of such blackness and twisted ecstasy that was their past and future.
