A Stone Heart In An Iron Vessel

Darker than Black

When he arrived home, Blake was still wide-eyed from the experience at the therapists. He slowly ran his hands down their opposite arm and he felt a pinprick of a hole on his right arm. He just assumed it was a spot at the time, and he continued into his home. Blake mourned his way up to his room and slumped onto the bed. He stared up at the ceiling. It was a different shade of grey today, this shade was darker from the shadow of his translucent curtains. The curtains made sure that his room wasn't visible to anyone walking outside, though they let in little light to make sure he could make his way around his room.
It was 6:00pm. The alarm on his phone rang out. He turned it off and made his way downstairs. Sitting at the table were his parents, they made no effort to gain eye-contact with Blake as he grabbed a cooking potato from the cupboard. He placed it in a bowl which he covered with a plate. He set the timer on the microwave to 7mins and left the dish to cook. The smell in the room had worsened to the point that the air-fresheners would have to be used. Blake took one out of the cupboard and sprayed a little into the centre of the room. His parents continued to stare at their plates, avoiding their son. The microwave pinged, Blake pulled out the piping hot plate with his bare hands. He had done this so often the pain only felt like a minor numbness. Blake then proceeded to grate some cheese over the baked potato, and finished his "everyday masterpiece" with a side salad topped with a slight vinaigrette. Cooking was one if the main reasons he was still sane, he could find his calm place in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans and all different kinds of utensils.
He sat down at the table swatting a fly as he moved. He ate quickly so he could continue on his drawings upstairs. As he finished, he cleaned up everything he made dirty and put away everything where it belonged. It had to be perfectly placed. He kissed his parents goodnight and went upstairs, it was a shame that they were dead.
He made his way to his desk and began to draw. He started to draw his parents, as they had been. They were happy, loving parents. Then he drew another picture, this one depicted blood, anger, and hatred. He drew a figure walking through a doorway leading out of the living room, he held a knife. It was blood stained. The room was covered with blood and two fresh corpses lay on the ground, and what surrounded them was a circle of candles. They lay on the ground which was coated with black paint, it marked out a demonic symbol on the ground. You may have guessed they were Blake's parents, but he was out at the time, and returned with them upright at the dining room. The only thing that was left written on the wall, after Blake had cleaned up, was the words...
"this is to show your true devotion"
He went upstairs to find his satanic bible opened to the sacrifices page.