INK OF BLOODROSE PETALS DROP LIKE BLOOD-RAIN, its colour melting like one in the air. Vibrant melodies are being played somewhere deep in the castle, its clinks a little bit nostalgic and a little bit tenebrous. The sight from this garden should be so phenomenal that it can even lighten up the heaviest hearts, but that hopeless look in those pathetic eyes just makes me want to kill him.
“I suggest you better shut your mouth, human, before I make your life even more miserable that it already is. And trust me, no mortal ever find even a shrink of happiness once they go down that way,” I sibilate through my sharpening razor teeth.
“Why? So that you can torment me even more? My life is already miserable with having your kind around. You should have killed me when you had the chance, back in
