To be fair, he didn't particularly like killing.
Humans anyway,
He wouldn't not do it if it was unavoidable but he wasn't out to spill the blood of any poor imbecile that came in his way. It wasn't their fault that they all usually had awful timing, was it? But, the fact was, he couldn't tolerate loose ends. Loose ends were messy and led to even more loose ends and god it always just led to such a mess. And one thing he absolutely could not stand was messes.
So, he cleaned them up.
He had plenty of blood on his hands, and not just metaphorically. Now, standing in the dark of morning to come, the frost crunching under his feet and the stars winking at him, his hands were warmed by the blue black blood of a creature he was sure hadn't naturally evolved. He felt no qualms about it. It was a creature and not even a well made creature. It's three blue eyes and sideways horns. It looked like a child had drawn a deer and added some.
It disgusted him.
He hated seeing these little creations. All those little children thinking they could play creator.
He'd show them.
YOU ARE READING
Lucy
Fantasya backyard full birds and a sky full of trees; a murder, a missing friend, and a group full of teenagers entangled within the roots of a forest on the verge of being destroyed.
