Demon Revelation: The Day of Fear

The Path To Purpose

For a purposeful person, the path to fulfillment should be clear, but I was stuck in a zone of disorientation.

Grief suffocates me until I can't breathe. I hummed with passion. to hate. I will hang the tall lord's head on a spear. I wanted to dance wildly around his corpse and let the dark whispers in the corners of my heart. More than relieving the pain in my chest, this sense of loss of eating flesh can destroy me.

The dawn mist drenched the undergrowth and the smoke of the campfires died away. I barely remember what I saw as I wandered through the orchards, the wonderland, and my hometown.

Stopping under the three gray and white trunks, I vaguely felt myself surrounded, and from above I was pressed by a low and powerful hum, like the whisper of the gods calling from heaven. Confused and panting, I looked at the shooting stars scattered across the forest canopy. The sights I saw in the lush greenery were fairies and their auras. Direct relatives bloom in my heart, causing me to get i