Night club
Blood splattered across the ground as my blade sliced clean through the neck of the rogue demon. Its headless body crumpled to the ground, twitching in its final moments. I didn't even flinch. I watched as the dark, foul blood pooled around the corpse, my chest heaving from the exertion.
It should've felt good hell, it should've been satisfying to feel the life drain out of the bastard after the shit day I was having but there was no satisfaction in it. Just emptiness, and a growing rage that clawed at the edges of my mind.
I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, glaring down at the carcass. The kill had been too easy, too quick to bring any real release.
My muscles ached, but not from the fight no, they ached with the pent-up frustration I couldn't seem to shake.