Aveequa, Shadow Harlequin
In a relationship
About me:
Let's play, little mortal. I love to see you dance. Let's dance, little mortal. I love to see you writhe. Writhe for me, little mortal. I love to hear you scream. Scream for me, little mortal. I love to watch you die.
To watch the life slip from your eyes. To drink the blood from your lacerations. To devour your heart and relish the taste. This is God, and I'm her hand.
Let's play, little mortal. Run so I can hunt you. I'll find you in the shadows. I smell your sweet aroma, the scent of fear. I hear your stifled little whimper, the sound of terror. I can feel it in the space between us, taste it in the air. Your exquisite, deepest dread, fills your senses, fills mine too. I adore your expression when our eyes meet. The realization of your impending doom. The acceptance of your end at hand.
I wonder how you taste. Are you succulent? Are you juicy? A salty morsel, a tough dried jerky? What's your fancy, little mortal? I'm having a dinner party tonight. You're the guest of honor, and you're the main course.