Lucian
My entire vision was dripping with blood, and I didn't mean that just physically anymore. It was all that I could see.
Corpses of what once was riddled the floor beneath me.
However, I wasn't done yet.
There was still many of these wolves charging at me, however I could see an end to them really soon. The numbers of which they came in began dwindling rapidly.
They were... slowly dying out... No!
Despite my what should be excitement, my emotions were too influenced by my lust for blood to make rational decisions anymore.
Draven should've realized this by now, as Kurou had made him aware of my special blood manipulation. It's many advantages, along with it's immense disadvantage. If it came to it, he would make sure that nothing rash came from me.
I will do what needs to be done. And what needs to be done, is to get rid of all these pesky animals that stand in my way.
Engulfing the body with my own flames, I became untouchable. Any wolves who tried to dive at me would whimper in pain and agony as they were slowly incinerated, that is, if I hadn't already cut off their head before that happened.
I mixed my bloodlust and raging flames with my wind as well, even as little as setting these beasts off course to provide a better positional advantage for me.
Nobody mattered. Nothing mattered, except for this moment, right now.
Licking my bleeding lips away while painting an evil smile across my face, I couldn't help but notice the beasts and their actions as of recently. They had nothing except their predatory instinct, they were nothing. So why...
Why did they look afraid of me?
Looking down, I noticed nothing except pools of shadows, like my mind was rejecting what was around me. All the bodies were littered with these... shadows.
I bent over slowly, attempting to scoop up whatever liquid this was.
Covering and connecting my hands so I can't see what's inside just yet, I again slowly lift myself up, my perspective still bent downwards at my hands, which still contained something inside of them, something I felt eating away at me.
I carefully opened the top of my palms, and just the top, creating an an almost bowl like design containing the pool of shadows within my grasp.
It was enticing—alluring. 'It' felt cultivating, welcoming, and very... powerful.
The wolves around me didn't dare interfere any longer, moreover fearing for their own lives and safety, which I couldn't blame them for.
Look around. Their entire horde is in pieces beneath me.
Suddenly, I was all too aware of it all. The shadows seem to flicker. One second they felt like this powerful substance, almost like drugs. Something I can reach for, and manipulate to my own will. The next second, it was a dripping red liquid.
The same could be said with what was in my hand. Whenever it flickered between the two, the red liquid seemed to slowly drip from my hand, even staining into my skin.
Wait...
Is this... blood?
My eyes began bulging out of my skull in despair, questioning.
I tried to do something, but all that came out was slight panting that I felt all the way down to the core of my chest, like it was trying to escape.
Finally, I let out a scream of terror.
Quickly retracting my hands, I watched as the blood spilled to the ground, splattering everywhere—landing on my shoes, even.
I seem to feel as the glow upon my scarlet eyes dimmed back to 'normal' you could say, like I had come to a realization. But, I wouldn't call it that at all. I couldn't even comprehend myself what this is, so how was I supposed to know what to make of it?
After a moment, I decided to look around. Actually look around. The bodies of wolves that I walked upon with pride, now made me sick to my stomach just looking at.
There was no way I could've done all this, right?
I could feel Draven's worried eyes piercing through my back, his obvious emotions unkept.
"Are you... okay?" Draven asked, the emotion I was just thinking about being clear as day within his voice, pausing between his own words.
He never did that.
"I think so... maybe?" I replied, also pausing. I didn't have a good answer, nor could I really think of one even I had time. I don't even know what happened myself, so how exactly was I supposed to answer questions right now? 'Such bullshit,' I thought to myself.
Getting angry at nothing won't do me any good though.
It felt like I lost control of my own body, nothing but a mere spectator as I watched the events of a reality gameshow unfold before my own very eyes through the screen.
But it was very, very real.
This feeling almost reminded me of when I had really lost myself in between the mix of my lives. Sometimes I wouldn't even feel present, memories not retainable regardless of the significance that it should've held.
Because there was no point, and I had accepted that for myself. Just like that feeling that took me over earlier, there was no point in fighting it.
Why would I fight it? I felt so powerful, a power that I had been yearning for this entire time.
But what good is power if I can't be the one to decide how I want to use it?
I don't think this bloodlust is something I'll ever be able to get rid of. However if I want to get stronger, I will need to learn how to control it better—maintaining my sanity for as long as possible. I had to, no question.
Walking over to the dagger that I had long abandoned, I quickly picked it up, the slight dripping of blood become all too similar to PTSD at that moment.
Ignoring my feelings, I quickly sheathed it to my side as I slowly walked away.
The remaining wolves had long fled in my hour of self reflectance it seems, which had only made things easier for me. I don't think I would've been able to handle them right now anyway.
"Let's... call that mission quits and get some rest... I think you need me. Me especially, for having to witness whatever that was," Draven spoke calmly, reassuring almost.
Despite my usual hatred, I was able to appreciate his sense of humor for a time now.
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Unknown Character POV
'The data is overwhelming to say the least,' I thought to myself, watching as the colors from the bright screens in front of me flashed over my face, almost blinding. The feeling of being surrounded by these people that I don't bother to ever make conversation with became quite peaceful in the recent successes over the last few weeks.
"With our recent excellence, we'd be due for a promotion in no time!" I heard one of the men shout from the far corner of the very crammed room, hand raised in excitement.
"You said it" Another shouted.
"—leader will surely acknowledge our greatness!"
The bootlicking had grown gruesome to the ear, almost wishing they'd know it'd be to no avail. The almighty leader doesn't bat an eye to these low-lives.
I walked away, this time taking the initiative to greet someone as I passed in the hall.
'Feeling awfully happy,' I remarked to myself, smiling slightly underneath my mask, wishing that I was able to see myself in the mirror.