𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹|| hyunlix

Love Kills

In the shade of crimson, I paint my emotions. An artist's refuge where love seems to die.

Seeking solace where devils don't hide, with sorrow's brush, I sketch the depth of pains.

In this beautiful canvas, my devil's vane. Their hunting voices were silenced by the stroke.

I dip my brush in the red thick blood, a palette tainted with dark red stains.

Each hue is a veil to shroud my inner ache, layers of emptiness I strive to break.

Killing, is a symphony born of evil's fire, A masterpiece that pierces souls it's dire, a devilish creation, a twisted part, a stroke of the genus, a devil's work, a work of art.

The screams of my victims are like music to my ears, their blood and tears a beautiful medium and the area they have died on a white canvas.

Everything I need to make beautiful art.

'Wonderful' that's what I feel when the light dies from the eyes of the victim in front of me.

Killing is an art, giving torture to a scared little soul.

Killing is easy like cutting tentative ropes walked on by tiny scared toes, killing a feeling like stealing someone else flesh and feeding them to the devil.

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My paintbrush drips, the thick substance already starting to clot from exposure to air.

As the words fade from the thick red, I desire to a pale pink, I take my hand and make yet another slash across my palm.

Blood oozes instantly and I gleefully dip the bristles in it again, relishing the slight sting as it makes contact with the wound. The final word is complete as I step back to admire my work.

"FIND ME HWANG"

giggling sadistically, I step ahead.

The game begins now.

I cringed slightly as the door squeaked in protest as I quietly let myself in.

My gloved hands and dark clothes kept me hidden as I closed the door behind me.

Secluded within a wooded area with several kilometres of land around it. The exterior was stunning, ancient yet captivating.

Ivy crawled over the walls over time and the dark red colour paint on the walls let the house look ghostly and annihilated.

Him and his obsession with red.

The door was tall and made up of dark red wood, it's like getting an invitation to get killed.

I should be scared, terrified really, but the excitement was buzzing under my skin like a live wire. It was daring me to keep going, temping me closer and closer to death.

My breath was shallow from running across the town, I started walking silently through the hallways, my shoes making the slightest sound when the sole hits the ground.

Suddenly the light flashed on, shielding my eyes. I listened out for footsteps and breaths. silence, I was met with the defending silence.

"hate lingers but love kills"

A whisper, the voice was deep with a rumbling timbre undertone. The rumbling travelled through the hall but the most startling part was the familiar high-pitched chuckle that followed, it pierced the silence around me like a knife, piercing my soul.