Interlude Mismagius
The darkness, the forest oh-so dark.
"Little do they know I will tear their bones apart~"
I feel them, their souls crying in fear, desperation, a great need to escape...
It's so delicious.
A chuckle, an unholy howl as they fall.
A sirens song gone wrong
Meat for the flesh, bones for the mind, and an undying fear of those which lie.
"The dead shall rise on this winter night~"
They follow, small weaklings feeding off a bigger beast, a thing that lives and feasts.
And then they cease.
A beast comes from the side.
"Human in shape, empty inside, so much to hide and so little time~"
The souless Dark flees like thunder, an almost unseeable thing resting in its metal hands.
"They shall know the cold breath of death~"
And so they go forth, the deceased in all forms from Skull to Girl to Broken Toy.
They shall not escape this ploy, an endless lust for broken dreams.
Almost like my life from the heavens void.
So hollow are they that hunt, they that slay on this day so dark.
A great hunger, a hole with nothing to fill, a place that is so dark.
They that hunt in the bark.
An illusion most profound.
A beast, a hunter has been found.
A Skull of no more than age sixty three goes flying through the trunk of a great willow tree.
"How peculiar and strange, such a thing from the Golden Age~"
They that hunt take a breath and retreat into the depths.
Cowards they be, something I am not.
I hunt like the rain- fast with the pain.
One hundred powers- one hundred days.
One thousand ages awaiting their end of days.
All in vain.
"All in vain~"
"Mystical Fire~"
A blast of flame, so colorful and vain.
So painful and restrained.
The shape falters, a curse, a cry of pain.
So great is the hunger I feel for their immortal souls.
A being unbound, a taker of tolls.
The end is near, I feel the sea.
So salty and grey.
"I ask of thee a plea~"
"I wish to steal all the joys they took from me~"
A crash, a cry, an unheavenly toy.
Such is life, that which they took from me.
A crack and a splat, a dead girl and her Budew...
Such a shame for them to be so rude.
To take their life out of harms way...
Such is the pain of unliving joy, a neverending cycle of pain and decay...
A place that can never be abstained of dismay.
A woosh and a flap, the wind has come back.
The two have been killed by their own foolish guilt
"Such a shame I couldn't hand them their pain~"
And so did we leave for the day
Ready to return at a later time, a thing for the next me to employ for her joys.
Silence.
A/N An updated and slightly tweaked Interlude.