Their senses were unparalleled, the hunters of the woods
Bow and arrow in hand, they always hide their faces under a hood
Uncountable slavers they slaughtered, none could escape their nooks
Unmatched strength in their attackBut intelligence is what they lack
As I walk down the staircase of my basement and try to find the disturbance within, a soft, chilling feeling crawls its way into my skin. Each breath I exhale creates an unusual faint fog in the air, while the familiar footsteps of mine awfully louder tonight.Though afraid I might be, the curiosity welled up inside me. The unfaltering steps of mine finally arrived at the place in my mind. Cautiously, my hand moved to the doorknob as I tried to open the door before me. He starts his hunt, from dusk till dawnHe takes no rest, till all his enemies go downThough strong he was, he wasn't all for brawn As the pressure of death rumbled in me, the moon was nigh and the beast was unleashed. Within the savagery of its gaze, there stood my trembling reflection, as it was no different than a cornered prey inside the cage.My strength failed me as my miserable form fell helplessly. Painting the gravel with my blood, the tremor had shook me to the core, leaving behind the image of the powerless me. For thee who search for strength In their quest for the people's salvationRuins had followed, even without their intentionThey parade in the city, to show off their revelation In the moment of his deathAs he drew his last breathA new being was reborn in his steadA power that giDark Eater Chapter 19 - The IFAP
Dark Eater Chapter 20 - The Sign
Dark Eater Chapter 21 - Rude
Dark Eater Chapter 22 - Coincidence
Dark Eater Chapter 23 - Strange Vision
Under the incessant downpours and amidst the muddy street, I tread my steps carefully to avoid any unwanted filth in this forsaken path. Even though the night was young and the wastrels of the slum yet made their move, the heaven's wrath or nature's blessing surely kept the boisterous scene away from what it once was.Likewise, the pocket watch of mine would never stop its hour hand. In the booming roar of thunders, I continued my walks. As time would wait for none and goal would only be there to get hold of by yourself.