A psychephagoric is attributed to the Greek "psyche" and "phagy" which transliterates into "one who eats minds." This devouring of mental processes, although usually not taken as seriously as the term implies, often occurs in societal events involving not-so-human beings. Oblivious to these actions, humans give into these 'mind-eaters,' and become the prey.
She was not a being that one would object to saying was beautiful. Pale, rosy cheeks aligned with a tall nose, plump lips, almond eyes and framed by an oval-shaped face. That winding dance that her shadow-less form did when she heard the sweet cries of those lost pulled the naked eye in; that innocence that sweetly wafted through the room, enveloping everyone in a blinding, optimistic perfume. Those fangs that stayed tucked under her smile. Psychephagoria.
It was his birthday. A morbid celebration of the day his deceased mother had brought this little babe into the world with his innocent eyes blind to the world and his fists clenched tightly. A day commemorating the moment he lost his innocence. This year, he spent his day with his knees drawn to his chest, rocking back and forth slightly upon his heels, feeling the seconds tick past his life. The children locked up like dolls, faces frozen in a perpetual look of horror.
Was he the only sane one in this masquerade asylum? The blood that splattered the floors made his body lurch forward and his empty stomach emptied out. He cried of self-pity. Come, he seemed to beg. Help me. It was a miracle he had any hope at all. And so the shadows continued to creep up the walls, replacing with the bright red blood with a foreboding black sheen.
Call for me, it begged. Spit out those accursed words.
"My name is," the boy whispered in between haggard breathes. "Ciel Phantomhive."
What do you want? the shadow asked.
"I want," his eyes shut tightly, he bit his bottom lip until it bled. "I want the power to exact revenge upon those who have wronged the name of Phantomhive!"
Then I shall place upon your despaired eye this seal—ah, an intruding masquerader.
Another shadow, brightened by the fire spreading beneath their feet, emerged into the room with a weapon at hand. The boy cringed at the intense heat that his caduceus stamp was giving off at that moment. Time seemed to freeze as the figures in the rooms stopped in the middle of their gruesome experiments. Hues of orange and red raged around the shadow as another being was borne from it.
"What a disgusting smell wafting around the room," the shadow's emerald eyes pierced through the hell-like visage.
What a disgusting sound reverberating in my eardrums.
"You're taking my prey," the voice seemed to sneer in its words.
I could say the same to you, a pitch-black shadow grinned, showing off its teeth. Before the other shadow could respond, it lurched forward with a clawed hand and grabbed the caged boy by the face and reached a finger into his right eye. Tears flowed from the soiled soul, the foul scar burning his skin, wrought with sorrow and paved by injustice. Blood dripped its way down his cheeks to join the dirt and grime.
A second later, the shadows were dancing in a world of fire.
Hello. I'll not lie and say this is my first account here, but I also won't disclose my previous identity. Or identities, if you will. Firstly, I recommend you giving me feedback, or else I'll find reason not to update. Secondly, this story is not definite. It'll phase in and out of the arced storylines, but will always tell the story of one shadow. It starts here, the phantasmagorical journey of a shadow and a demon; a pitiful mourning queen and her canine fiend.