kuro-yumi

"DANTE!"  A pain filled scream broke into the cool night air, muffled by the thick barrier between. Damian writhed in agony, ragged gasps escaping his chest as he clawed blindly at his throat. His eyes rolled back, showing the bloodshot whites. The darkness of the tight enclosure moved in, suffocating him, striking terror into the few areas of his body untainted by the searing pain. "Dante," the sixteen year old choked out haltingly, his numb throat finally unable to utter any more than a bare whisper. Never in his life had he imagined this intense pain. His body was aflame, his muscles contracting in a manner that felt as if they woul

"I'm sorry, dear," her father murmured in his wife's ear. She looked away from the crimson bundle on the ground, silently sobbing and cursing their poverty. "Just… just get rid of it," the mother said through gritted teeth. The father shook his balding head mournfully. "I'm sorry." He lifted the bundle and hurled it into the river. It landed with a quiet splash. Their daughter, too curious for her own good, slipped away and waded into the river. She dragged the bundle to the shore. With trembling fingers, she opened the sack, and gasped with horror. Inside curled her butchered corpse.

The tinkling laughter of a child echoed through the halls. Her slender fingers stroked the man's face, arms, and legs. His skin tensed under her touch, his face contracted in terror and pain. Rivulets of blood rolled over his skin, soiling the floor. Fingers and toes were strewn across the room. The man wanted to escape but he couldn't. He lay on the cold floor, mind screaming, but she had paralyzed him. The dreaded dagger began sawing at his arm, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. "Goodbye, Dad," the girl giggled, and the dagger came down one last time.