Old One-Shot Collection 【Vocaloid】

12-2-18

//me being edgier than death ft kurotane piko and night as an element

He was the tantalizingly dangerous one. Nighttime made human, wiry muscle stretched over his rotten bones. There were no pulses in the wrists of his hands whose fingers he angled stranger's chins up with. His eyes of fading sunsets glittered like starry skies with humor darker than before dawn. His satanic grin stretched wide and white, a crescent moon on his handsome face.

He ran his tongue over his dark lips every time he was about to purr out a silky lie, matte black nails unable to shine in the silvery moonlight like his inky raven-feather hair did. However, on the nights without the moon, he seemed to glow from within, a poisonous mushroom from deep in the woods. A temptation, a dark need to see his scarlet eyes shine in the pitch blackness, resonated from within.

He loomed over others like twisted trees, long, jagged limbs oddly graceful. His voice was soft, like an owl's hoot, yet the hidden menace was more of a wolfish idea. Nothing escaped him, and he knew everything of all the happenings that occured in the darkness.

He fell from the rising sun only to rise of his own accord, bringing with him a ceiling of twilight to keep himself upon his own ground. His own, lightless terms kept his cryptic game running.

Whether the contestant swept away in his aura was lucky or unlucky was all determined by opinion. Darkness as pressuring as he was within his smoky kisses pushed from all sides before shattering and leaving shards of hysteria scattered about. When his new interest became too damaged to participate in his game, they would be left alone to die in darkness none other than the master of darkness could navigate.

And of course, he would never come back.