Sweet Apocalypse
By SMYGO4EVA

Both souls are one with darkness, with silent screams leading them and urging them to commit more acts of greed and lust for their own purposes. No one can hear their screams in the Shadow Realm, the domain of the forsaken and the forgotten. No one will penetrate the absolute black mists they have created for others, but why should the humans care? They have done nothing for them, nothing to deserve forgiveness and mercy, and with one flick of a wrist, they are gone and done with.

Yes, one flick of a clawed wrist and everything ended for the foolish mortals. They would be riddled with nightmares of the most heinous kind. The two demons are surrounded by everything they control, the puppets that they have, the monsters that do their bidding and the artifacts of their true power. Do they dare step through the door of mortality? I think not. For them, it would be completely useless, even if they have such immeasurable insanity that is still unbroken after all this time. The shells they once hid in are alone, all because of their foolish mistakes.

Bloodied hands, blades and knives thrown everywhere, and it's still not enough. It is just how deadly these two demons are, in their agony to be human and to connect. It is not an option, if they had taken that chance. They would lose their immortality that had made them bloodstained. The shredding of innocent souls and the cries of those they had taken wasn't enough, for the end was near to completion. Tears would run down their marred faces and the victim's lifeblood would still run.

Screams of the fallen are music to their ears, as they are the only sounds in sheer desolation. Insanity is a touch of what they have accomplished. Insane and damned, the two demons are no more. They are the only ones left now, the only ones who have created the sweet apocalypse.