The holder of dark world

The sky above is full of sickening, bruised purple.

The smell of copper and decayed flesh drifts on the humid air.

I sit on the ground, my clothes soaked not with water, but with something far more disgusting. Blood. In my laps lies the cold, lifeless body of the only person that has shown compassion towards me. Lora, her lovely purple hair is matted with dirt and blood. Her perfect blue eyes now gaze up at the sky, devoid of all life and feeling.

“No... no, no, no...”

The words are clawed from my throat. The taste of something dark, violent, and feral burns away at my senses. Not the hunger of a predator not satisfied with its meal. But the insatiable thirst, the bloodlust of those that had taken her from me. My fingers dig at the dirt, sending up a dark, boiling aura of crimson from where I sit. My eyes lock onto the endless shadows beyond the forest, my vision bleeds with the color of blood

I stand up thinking I think I just need to destroy everything "Haahaha aahaaaa"*vicious smile*

" Just wait for me you Dammmms"*death eye *

Authors Notice :

I'm not kinda good at illustration though I'm trying to add some of the scene to make the story more Interesting I hope You'll cooperate with mee Also you might see some Changes It's part of my editing process