In the end, everything will be lost in oblivion

𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 - 1

The natural light of melting candles shone through the gold of an enormous chandelier.

Wherever your eye ended, it was possible to see masks of various shapes and colors. Even the one-eyed Khai wore a phosphorous mask over his face. His cat eye blended with the green and flickered here and there. It was scary, but fascinating.

It was a ball of sophisticated monsters.

Their deformed bodies mysteriously curled up on the silver floor, creating tangles of shadows on it. They chased each other, reproduced, planned murders.

Everyone in this room was a quiet beast. Elegant, balanced, sophisticated, but as the midnight moon flooded their minds, their disgusted thoughts turned to reality. The skeletons twisted over the meat and brought the beast into the world. That was today's society. Bloodthirsty.

However, I have nothing to say. I might have judged the killers exactly a year ago, but not now.

Not after what was born from me. I was one of them. There is no doubt about that.

There was no longer a reason to deny the long-hidden truth. I was, in fact, disgustingly proud of my creations with pen. I embarrassed many people with it and even heard that it caused several „unfortunate coincidences of death".

To sum up, I love myself too much to hate the chaos in my life.

Well, not quite, though. There is always one thing that inevitably sticks out of my thoughts like a plague.

He arrived.

The onyx in his pupils fluttered over the fabric of his crimson mask. His cashmere coat flew flawlessly as he handed it to the servant. He walked confidently, his hair dark as his soul but, nevertheless, there were noticeable subtle flaws in his perfect image.

He couldn't shake the look on his face when you know you're smug and other deplore you because of your coldness, but they would kill you, so that they could only be a bit like you.

He knew that about himself. And that betrayed him.

It shattered the mirror of his beauty. And when you know it, you are in doubt.

You think about the little things like - was this step too long? Isn't my eye ticking? Is this a chicken stain on my pants?

Little things that are slowly killing your pride.

But no one wasn't envious enough to notice this matter as I did. I was unconcerned to my reputation or his what made me invisible but things visible to me.

I lived long enough among normal people so I wouldn't be sure about my own judgment. And it told me that this man was as unstable but flammable as the flames on the ceiling.

I never say this but meeting him was my biggest mistake in life. Well, this mistake caused me an endless tangle of others.

I could admit that I was ruthless, but that I was always prone to unstable men ... that's different.