TW: LILITH AND IZANAGI BEING TOXIC AND ABUSIVE AS FUCK
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I need to kill.
I don't want to kill, I need to kill. I don't know what it is but I feel uneasy.
Maybe that's not the best way to put it, but there's some unexplainable feeling for it in the pit of my stomach and it's gnawing at me. Obviously, that feeling is only happening because I haven't killed yet.
I don't know how long it's been since I've watched blood spill, but it's been long enough that I am going crazy without it.
Of course, the reason why I haven't been able to freely wreak havoc is none other than Izanagi. I don't trust him one bit, and honestly, I don't want to go out and leave him in my house by himself. Who knows what the fuck could happen? I could come back to all of my stuff stolen or worse. I could come back to the cops ravaging my place with a fucking warrant because Izanagi snitched on me, or he got himself in trouble. Either way, I don't have much of a window of opportunity when it comes to this whole killing thing.
After giving it some thought, I have the perfect plan. I will slip Izanagi something to make him knock out for at least three hours, and that will give me enough time to do what I need to do as come back. Izanagi will be asleep the entire time so I won't need to worry about him doing anything stupid while I'm gone.
"I made you some tea," I say to Izanagi handing him a cup full of chamomile. Of course, it is laced with melatonin and Flunitrazepam, so I need him to drink it. All of it.
Flunitrazepam: Drug used to treat severe insomnia and assist with anesthesia.
"Why are you bringing me tea, little devil?" He looks up at me from his bed and there's that nickname again. "What's in it?"
"Chamomile," I answer. "I made too much so I thought that you'd want some," I lie. Wow, I lied so well that I almost believed myself. I almost believed that I could be nice to Izanagi.
"Okay," he says and clasps his hands on top of his legs. "Is this your way of trying to poison me?"
Damn, I should've gone that route.
I am so busy thinking about my next kill, that I missed what could've been the perfect opportunity to poison Izanagi.
"I swear there's no poison in this," I reply and that's not a lie. There's technically no poison in this. "I just made too much and don't want to throw it away."
"Fine, I'll bite," he shrugs and gets up from his bed. "But if you put anything in this that could kill me, you better pray I don't survive."
He grabs the teacup from my hands and downs the entire thing. Perfect.
"So how was it?" I ask, not because I care, but because if I pretend to care, he won't be too suspicious about me leaving immediately after giving him a cup of tea.
