I Am That Which You Lack.

I'm not but Darkness

It was not Roscorro. Not the tender hearted crown that valued life. It was something of a far darker origin. It held the bloodlust of a demon starved for centuries. The creature's gums itched, his teeth ached to tear and rend. To sink into soft flesh and devour the life of another. It held no pity, nor did his hesitate as it caught the scent of the mother and her children.

Not-Rosco turned and quietly stalked towards its prey. Its halting, awkward movement becoming smoother as time past. As it found its target. As it gave into the desire to kill. Fiery orange eyes easily peered through the veil of darkness as clouds devoured the moon. The world was enshrouded in blackness. The beast did not waver. It was used to dwelling within the darkness. The darkness had become him. His gaze fell on the small form of the baby that had lagged behind. Its tail tip twitched like a cat on the hunt. He was so close, the youngling's path would take it past him. But it was greedy. Could it manage to get the mother and other babe as well? Muscles coiled beneath scales and fur as the little one came closer. With explosive power the monster burst from the darkness, fangs flashing in the moonlight as it peaked out from behind the clouds to watch the murderous beast in its hunt.

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You stole my light. And left my soul to die.
Darkness is my world now.
Darkness I will be.
And darkness will be your end.
Stealer of the light.

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