Late nights seep into me like the silence that screams from the sky.
Wings spread, black feathers reaching one hundred feet high, the ground echoes my name and feeds upon its nightmares.
The start of the end is here.
The fire raining from the demon’s mouth scalds away my skin, bleaches my bones and buries my soul.
The demon now sits aloft over his dynasty.
Alone and smiling.
Victory is his – he has won.