This Paragraph is inspired by the writings of many horror books Novelists of which I've read and enjoyed. For all of those, I say thank you for the inspiration. I hope you readers enjoy it and find the beauty within the terrible imagination of the brilliant:
Blood thirsty, he was longing to meet his next prey. He roamed the area looking for something different, someone waiting for his wrath, awaiting the terrible fate he was preparing. Some were interesting, but he preferred to prolong his journey. Maybe the next one will be more worth it; maybe it shall be someone whom will hold a better offer, whom will please his sensual desires and beliefs…
There she was. Rather, there they were. Two fleshy, blood full, gorgeous meat bearers full of despicable and obnoxious joy. Laughter was surrounding the area; the happiness was choking him with pleasure bursting with flames of passion and desire to kill. He no longer could wait for that glorious moment of achievement. When the time had come, He stroke once, then stroke again and again. Screams of hatred filled the air like a ray of light striking away the darkness filling his heart. Blood in hand, Blood in mouth, he licked what’s left from the ground. Turned around, He saw his eyes. That bathroom mirror revealed his scars. He wiped it off, had his last glimpse, chuckled, and left the scene. Glory at last; dinning with the Devil, that was a blast.
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