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Violet.

The air caught a chill, an invading coldness in the breeze brought by the winds of chance, but no...oh, no, it was not chance. Flashes, dancing shadows beneath the forest canopy. Time was the mother and murderer of all things, and it was only time that had kept him quiet, cradled in dreams of gore, of blood, of choirs raising voices of agony into the heavens, their screams a blissful melody to his ears. Sleeping, sleeping...but time was over, and sleeping was done with. Rage burned on the surface of the earth, its flesh ravaged in horror and in greed, in passion and violence. The devil's own wine drenched the soil, and drops of it fell into his open mouth, slowly coloring his tongue crimson. Taunting him, teasing him, summoning him to the open air once again.

Violet.

Oh yes, the time was over, and the time had come again. Time for pain, time for death, time for wreaking havoc upon the world that so begged for it! Dreaming dreams of tearing flesh, and pouring innards no more...now to do the deed! Claws would rip, teeth would bite, and the chaos...the mercifully beautiful chaos... Chaos would reign as it should have so many millennia ago!

Violet.

Violet eyes.

Violet eyes of a demon who longed for blood.

This was the wicked, the foul, the unclean, the Demon, Horatio the Twisted.

The ground shook lightly. The air trembled, and the wind moaned miserably through the trees, writhing in sorrow, in grief, at what a monster breathed its free spirit. Oh, how glorious it felt to be alive again! Awakened. That was the proper word, awakened, for he had always been alive, had always been tossing and turning in dreams, in longing, in wait. Waiting! Waiting for his day, for /his/ time...and now it had at last, at long last, it had come.

Violet eyes of darkest hue shone from beneath obsidian hair, long, shaggy strands that had not met a pair of shears for centuries on end. Skin of burnt sienna, it glistened faintly as he slunk beneath the green branches, the leaves curling, blackening in death as he trailed a hand absently through their boughs, with nails that grew into long, pointed ends, black as his heart. His was a lithe body, slender, muscles graceful, instead of bulky. Beautiful, beautiful! ... In a horrifying, terrible way, he was beautiful. A smile slowly blossomed on his petal-soft lips, and teeth of an almost pearly sheen were revealed, each tooth sharpened, pointed, ready for ripping. His movements feline and languid and his violet eyes breathed in such freedom.

Awakened! Alive! Awake!

Violet.

Violet eyes.

Violet eyes of a demon that had finally been turned loose.

Description
Violet.

The air caught a chill, an invading coldness in the breeze brought by the winds of chance, but no...oh, no, it was not chance. Flashes, dancing shadows beneath the forest canopy. Time was the mother and murderer of all things, and it was only time that had kept him quiet, cradled in dreams of gore, of blood, of choirs raising voices of agony into the heavens, their screams a blissful melody to his ears. Sleeping, sleeping...but time was over, and sleeping was done with. Rage burned on the surface of the earth, its flesh ravaged in horror and in greed, in passion and violence. The devil's own wine drenched the soil, and drops of it fell into his open mouth, slowly coloring his tongue crimson. Taunting him, teasing him, summoning him to the open air once again.

Violet.

Oh yes, the time was over, and the time had come again. Time for pain, time for death, time for wreaking havoc upon the world that so begged for it! Dreaming dreams of tearing flesh, and pouring innards no more...now to do the deed! Claws would rip, teeth would bite, and the chaos...the mercifully beautiful chaos... Chaos would reign as it should have so many millennia ago!

Violet.

Violet eyes.

Violet eyes of a demon who longed for blood.

This was the wicked, the foul, the unclean, the Demon, Horatio the Twisted.

The ground shook lightly. The air trembled, and the wind moaned miserably through the trees, writhing in sorrow, in grief, at what a monster breathed its free spirit. Oh, how glorious it felt to be alive again! Awakened. That was the proper word, awakened, for he had always been alive, had always been tossing and turning in dreams, in longing, in wait. Waiting! Waiting for his day, for /his/ time...and now it had at last, at long last, it had come.

Violet eyes of darkest hue shone from beneath obsidian hair, long, shaggy strands that had not met a pair of shears for centuries on end. Skin of burnt sienna, it glistened faintly as he slunk beneath the green branches, the leaves curling, blackening in death as he trailed a hand absently through their boughs, with nails that grew into long, pointed ends, black as his heart. His was a lithe body, slender, muscles graceful, instead of bulky. Beautiful, beautiful! ... In a horrifying, terrible way, he was beautiful. A smile slowly blossomed on his petal-soft lips, and teeth of an almost pearly sheen were revealed, each tooth sharpened, pointed, ready for ripping. His movements feline and languid and his violet eyes breathed in such freedom.

Awakened! Alive! Awake!

Violet.

Violet eyes.

Violet eyes of a demon that had finally been turned loose.