❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
"...And there's a big part of me that wishes I never met you. I preferred the emptiness in me when I didn't know it was there." - Beau Taplin
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The night was by far different than the day. Almost in a peaceful sense, I didn't stray far from the people I will come to meet by morning. I believe Gyomei knew this he left some food outside by the door the flooring of their patio keeping the ground for touching it. Even as one of the kids asked him why he did it he only replied with a simple, "They'll want it, or need it, for the night"
I couldn't tell how I felt about this man. The last man I talked to had used me to become his greatest power, his muse for the people, something to be used and killed. Was that the way of people? To use another until their life holds no purpose? But who are they to decide such things? Just because one's use has broken from time doesn't mean they are useless. Does an artist with no eyes become incapable to see beauty? Does a swordsman become useless when one sword breaks? If someone who sang songs loses their voice does that mean they are not able to touch the hearts of others? Who said the singer could not bake a meal so delicious that it makes another's day? Or that the swordman can't make a million more swords to replace the broken? What about the artist with no eyes? They can see beauty from within, they can see if one is good or evil from ones actions, not just by how they look or are perceived.
I was not useless and maybe he saw that. I mean, when I was held down there I was not alone. There was another man who saw me, who did not see the beast within me, he believed I was beautiful. He showed me many things, like how to draw and how to speak correctly. He told me of the world out there, he swore he would free me and would be my "knight in shining armor" as he put it. I believe it was a reference to something but I didn't know which one. I can't remember what he told me it was from. But one night he left and never returned to me, he escaped somehow. I don't hate him for leaving me. I wished him nothing but happiness in life, he was a bright soul, it was like the winters first snow. He was beautiful inside and out.
Only two men I can say I truly knew. One evil and one good. Neither helping me in making this choice. I trust Gyomei or to not. He appeared to care but who is it say he won't change is mind once he notices the first sign of me being 'off'. How do I know that moment of kindness isn't poisoned with the underlying desire to have power. Control over others when he retains my loyalty.
But he left me food. He didn't even know if I was around the area, he couldn't know. They needed the food more, his small body most. It was clear he skipped out on eating some, if not most, days just so the others would have a meal. So, why did he leave me, a demon, food. I left the tree I resided in, the view was beautiful as the clouds passed by, my steps breaking leaves and sticks below my weight. Over to the food as I saw it was some bread and some unfamiliar meat. Subconsciously, I smiled a small and weak smile. It was wrapped up with so much care, like a mother who packed food for their dearest love, a small note with it. I opened the note before my smile faded. I wouldn't read it.
