Epilogue

For now, I’ve had my fill vengeance done, so back into the darkness I shall fade sitting in my snowflake obsidian throne, watching society unfold, looking for the next purposeful kill, will it be you? No matter, I can always count on people to find reasons they shouldn’t exist, giving me something to do when the boredom kicks in. Will it be you? So as the cobwebs build upon my night colored fur and the taste of blood slowly fades from my mouth my mind replays each of my sadistic, lushes, kills sending pulses of ecstasy through me with each retelling, and as I squirm on my throne someone draws closer to their demise by my hand. (Will it be you?)