Author: Magix
Corpses are everywhere, there’s that salty tang of blood in the air that he so desires, and houses are brought down by intense flames.
He laughs.
He laughs at the scene, the pandemonium he’d caused, at life, at death, and that stupid little feeling inside that’s screaming for more death. He laughs because really; everything in the world was to be laughed at. It was honestly very pathetic.
As he departs, there’s nothing to be felt except that growing urge to wreck havoc again. Soon it would come yet again, and he would again kill.
He thinks it’s very laughable.
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