A Blade to Kill
-Red, Red, Red.
So dangerous, so scary, so.. so beautiful.
His vision was filled with red. Everything was covered in the beautiful color of crimson red. Lines and dots. They exist everywhere. To that tall tree beside him, and the birds on it. They were covered in red.
-So gorgeous.
All things that "exist" have an ending. Be it through death or the complete erasure of their being- everything has an end.
-Red.
He understood. These lines... these dots that were so painful yet so awe-inspiring to look at. They represent 'Death'. They were things that represented the concept of 'Death' which an existence embodies.
-So wonderful.
'Seeing' something that represents death is not normal. Nor does finding it beautiful. Normal people would be scared. But then again, he became something far from normal once he died and saw these and finding them comforting rather than dangerous.
"Ah... I wonder what I will see once I look through people-"
-Would it feel wonderful to kill them?
-What would I feel as I trace my nife against the neck of an enemy?
"But first, I need a handle in this new body of mine."
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Just to warn the folks that will not read the tags, the protagonist is gender-bent into the female form. And no, she won't be getting into a relationship - the romantic kind - with any male. Maybe girls, since she was once a man and I, will be taking bits and pieces of myself to create her character.
Updates will be sporadic since I haven't even created a plan for the story.
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