visceralwings

The air is cool and humid with recent rainfall, the pavement soaked and reflecting the street’s haunting yellow lights. The night overhead is starless, the sky rumbling softly. Rounding a corner on the narrow street I notice that a man has been following me, clad in a dark jacket with a pair of glasses. I’m unable to make out much else about him aside from the predatory glint in his eye. I only cast him a sideways glance but don’t betray my suspicion. He remains several meters behind me. Around the next corner at the end of the block, on the edge of a narrow alley trailing off between leaning buildings, there’s a tave

Ravid kicked the window in, the glass shattering before he slipped inside, the jagged shards crunching beneath his shoes when he landed on the dusty stone floor. The ring pulsed in his hand, sending uncomfortable bursts up his arm as if panicked. What are you doing, eh? the demon’s voice rang in his head, forcibly nonchalant. You’re an idiot if you think this is going to work. “I know my grandfather’s sword is down here,” he said, a purple flame bursting to life on his outstretched palm as he moved into the cobweb-choked darkness. “You’re quivering.” Why wouldn’t I be? Azazel snapped

The blade pressed against Demitrius' throat, nicking his skin as a thin trail of blood dripped to his collarbone. Electricity crackled at his fingertips in anticipation of attack, but he froze solid. A menacing presence held him hostage, causing chills to run up his spine. He could feel breath on his ear. Faust purred, his tone betraying a face-splitting grin. “Did you really think you would have slipped in here undetected?” Demitrius swallowed, his breathing uneven. He wasn’t terrified by the blade at his throat so much as by the icy energy that coursed through its wielder. It took all his willpower to fight off the pan

I am detached. No, no...I was never attached in the first place. I simply am. I am the eye, a million eyes, no, an infinite number of them absorbing and simultaneously creating existence from an infinite number of viewpoints that all exist within a span of time so instantaneous that it could never be measured. What I see cannot be defined by measurement, cannot be defined by definition, for the moment you put a thought or idea to it, it all vanishes into nothingness. My eyes are the culmination of every life and every breath, every heartbeat and every living atom, the very vibrating foundations of living itself, which is a single infinite thr

What am I looking for? What am I looking for? What am I looking for? My minds-cape is an ever flat plain stretching onto infinity, a starry sky above, dazzling like the lights of some far distant city, but I don't reach out to them. I'm not looking at the heavenly tapestry, just the grass meeting me from horizon; no rolling hills, no knolls or trees, no life, not even the chirp of a cricket or night-time song bird. I'm me, and I'm alone, but I can't see my reflection or what I look like, I can only feel the features of my face and form a ghost of what I might be in my mind. I know it is I'm looking for. I know what it is. At the same ti

The stagnant atmosphere clung to his pallid skin, darkness filling his lungs as the night cloaked him; a comforting embrace. He was sinking, but his body still trembled to the bone, his veins chill with an icy rage as he wandered even further into the night. The depths of the forest were a delirious blur. He was lost, but he did not care. It was what had aimed for the moment he heeded his feverish impulse.

I won’t delete the things I wrote you. I won’t delete the record of your existence and how our souls intertwined with each other. I have to do something different this time. I can’t run, but for now, just for now, I need to act like you never existed, just to purge myself of this heartbreak, to get it over with. You will take a chunk of me with you that I will never get back, but all I hope is that in the long run it does you a service, just as you taught me many things I wouldn’t have learned without you. It’s truly a shame you were my first, love, it’s truly a shame you were the one that had to be my mist