The Life of a Demon

Sunset

Mystery of the flying embers shalt not burn the bark of the redwood, but burn the skin of those stained in blood. The thick liquid is of a sweet kind, that nostalgic metal taste in which melts perfectly on one's hot tongue. The peeling bark of the redwood shows a thick sap hidden underneath; it runs a golden amber.

I look towards the lake through the gap between the two large oaks, the crystal water shimmering in the late afternoon sun. The forest that surrounded it was calm, and I closed my eyes as I breathed in the beautiful scents of the foliage.

This was where my weak vessel was buried.

It was beautiful, simply ethereal... but my vengeful spirit won't lay to rest here, unlike my decaying body. I was once called Apollo, carrying radiance and grace. Now.. now I'm a monster, dwelling like Anubis in the shadows.

My heart calls out for the ones I have deceived and ruthlessly poisoned. But I shall remain here in the realm of lost souls as punishment for my actions. When I am strong enough, I step into the world of the living.

I scare them, and I don't give a damn.

Who knew that this would have been my fate? I surely didn't until my insanity took over. The dark being within, possessing my body where my sanity begged to be let out only to be lost forever.

I had come back as this dark being, threatening to kill my old time friend. I held a knife to his neck, but his silly mate decided to put his hand in the way.

What did I tell ya? The stupid bunny rabbit.

The bunny is anything but stupid. Sure, he will have his moments of stupidity, but he had the purest of intentions. He is not the trickster here,

I am.

I roam the forest, observing the places in which were important for the two soulmates. They were scenes of pain, but there was also a blossom of innocent love.

I don't understand it, but she would.

I've seen their futures, and I've seen the futures in which aren't for my eyes. Doors are closing for me, but I'll keep pushing them until I know that their fates would stay intertwined.

This is my one last job for them, for my dear friends. I want them to know that I've been loyal even in death.. I just ho—

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̶̬̭̠̹̟̤͙̠͒͌̄͑͊͋̌̅̑̋̇̕͠
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A/N: This is of Hobi, or sunshine as he is called by Terri