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Bright violet eyes pierced the darkness within the mirror's frame, shattered glass falling to the floor in a million pieces. Hatred seethed from within the violet light that the eyes that the eyes emitted towards what they stared at.

A man, not older than his mid-twenties, stood in front of the mirror, watching Mocking's swirling mass of purples fall to the floor before him. A smug grin beheld his face, eyes glowing bright yellow.

"Your darkness... I doubt you've heard it before, but it is most beautiful."

He held out his hand, the dark flesh it once was turning to the same mass of swirling purples that made up what she appeared as.

"Care for a dance, my friend?"

The purple mass she was revolted as it took the shape of the man before her, though it was a crude representation, and held out a fake hand. He took it, startling her, though she didn't show it, as no one else had ever been able to touch her. He pulled her towards him, embracing her.

He leaned towards where a crude "ear" existed on the mass that would be a head, and asked;

"Why don't we go slave the night away and play with a few more humans?"


Harv
Mocking the Gothic Fasoro
6 years, 1 month & 16 days OldBorn 10th Feb 2018 19:01

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