My story starts with a corpse, a lovely, disfigured, bloody corpse.
Her screams were sweet, like honey that slowly oozed down my ears rather my throat. I had warned her not to run, but, I suppose she had been clutching onto some slither of hope that she was swift enough to escape. Ah, the absolute patheticness of it all.
Either way, my knuckles were white from my tight hold on father’s dear, old cutlass.
A young woman with a fair face was cut in two and at my feet.
Poor dear..
She had managed to find herself in my way while I was roosting away under an oak. Bored enough respond to her salutations the girl and I chatted, she kept going off about the beauty of the day while I simply grunted back in response with silent huffs of annoyance. Soon enough I grew weary of her petty chatter and stood. I assumed she took this as an invitation to step towards me for a handshake for she paced forward and offered me a pale hand.
Tch.
I simply rolled my eyes and brandished my weapon, a cutlass of utmost elegance. The sight of the blade caused her pupils to shrink and shake, a single breath parting her lips. “Don’t run, my Dear.” I warned her with a dark tone, only to find her turning away to flee. What a stupid girl, I was ashamed to dirty my cutlass with her blood as I cut her through. Ah, oh well, the sweet scream of remorse was enough to let the female’s stupidity be forgiven.
And here we are now, at the beginning of my story.
“Angeline, Angeline!”
A frantic sounding voice filled the air.
I could tell it was a male, a young one from the sound of it.
“Angeline, Angeline!” He continued to cry.
Once more I rolled my eyes, sheathing my sword away after shaking away the blood that dirtied it. From the looks of the girl’s face she was around her twenties, perhaps the man who seeked her was her lover?
“Angeline!” The call was now loud enough to interrupt my thoughts.
Honestly, I was in the middle of the damn forest, how many people were here? Perhaps this was a lesson: Don’t lounge about in the city of oak’s one clearing.
As I mulled the annoyance other it appeared that the crying heap of man blubber had found me, clearing through the tree line and nearly losing all color once he gazed upon his dead Angeline.
Twenty feet, that was how far he was from me.
Even at this length I was able to feel the sorrow that emitted from the young man.
Depressing enough to bring a smirk to my face.
“Ah, this is Angeline?” I questioned him, tapping a foot against her chin. “Such a lovely face, yet not much to talk to.” After saying this I laughed, the way he just fell to his knees and sobbed amused me.
“Y-you!” He choked, shooting an angry glare my way.
“I prefer ‘Lucifer’ rather than ‘you’, Sir.” I replied.
I was expecting an angry reply of some sort, but no, instead he just continued to cry.
Again, I rolled my eyes.
“Pathetic..” I mumbled, strolling away from the scene to escape to the shadows.
There I left him, In the forest to rot away with his dear Angeline and promises of revenge.
Oh, what a wonderful tale was brewing.
I’m sure you’d all love to hear how I die.
