The eerie mist of the forest flows like water in a spring. The air swivels its gust. The black of night covers the loneliness of its premiss. It crypts the darkness of a nightmare.
He stands looking at the moon- a beautiful full grey moon. He stands a soul torn in fear and loneliness- in anger! His tears fall and flow not through his eyes but from within his reveling soul. He holds his katana- blood drips and mixes with his tears.
Blood spilled. Blood paid.. He howls in misery- he prides his successful kill!
He then walks deep into the thick forest. The forest covers his presence like his cowl hiding his face. His slow steps indicate his angry strides awaiting and thinking for his next kill. His thoughts run mixed in both anger and pity- but this is revenge!
The silent night makes any weary soul feel the agitated need to rest- succumb to the tiring darkened deed.
He sleeps in depth of his own damned soul and bloodied tired body in a land unknown to him, except that this is where his redemption starts.
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Blackened Blood: Hekari
Short StoryA soul torn by grief and revenge- walks the road of revenge and loneliness- in search of his sister amidst a brotherhood of killers bound by blood to destroy him
