55:More useful alive

~Xerek~

I sunder onto the bed. Fancying some deep sleep after the day I've had. It's not fun moving around for days with a clear head. It was driving me crazy. I prefer being mad, it's much more interesting to see the world through lecherous, lethal, and demented eyes. 

My desire to drift off to slumber was cut short. I felt ghoulish, ill-omened, and bloodcurdling monsters spilling blood in the town. My brows knitted together in anger. 

The demons were breaking one of my important rules. All demons know that the ground on which I stand is off-limits. They are to avoid hunting for spilling blood until I leave. Someone failed to register my presence in the town. 

Westblood was about to get bloody. I got up from bed intending to mope the streets of Westblood with the blood of the demon that dares to taint the town with evil deeds in my presence.