The mere thought of children, with their pure and naive souls, makes my heart growl with an insatiable hunger for their fear. It’s a hunger that cannot be satiated, a craving that drives me to seek out the most innocent of prey. I revel in the knowledge that my presence sends shivers down their spines, that my very existence is a constant reminder of the darkness that lurks in every corner of the world. The night air is alive with the whispers of their terror, a sweet melody that only I can hear.
As I stroll through the snow-covered streets, my eyes scan the crowds for the perfect target. The look of wide-eyed wonder, the trusting smile, it’s all just a facade, a fragile veil that I delight in shattering. I am the one who brings the darkness, the one who strips away the illusion of safety and exposes the vulnerability that lies beneath. My cruel humor is a razor-sharp blade, one that I use to cut down the proud and the innocent, leaving them to pick up the shattered remains of their shattered dreams.
The screams of the guilty are music to my ears, a symphony of terror that I orchestrate with precision and relish. I am the master of this macabre dance, the conductor of the orchestra of fear that I create. And yet, it’s not just the screams that I delight in, it’s the silence that follows, the stillness that comes after the chaos has subsided. It’s in those moments that I know I’ve done my job, that I’ve left my mark on the world, a mark that will haunt the dreams of the innocent for years to come.
>Soulkyn