Hear me now...

I, the heart’s corruptor; you, the blind proof…

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Why does it happen? Unintentional, that’s what I keep telling myself, it’s unintentional. At least I pray it is. I have no description to fit my curse… no fitting one anyways. It’s as if… as if I have this ability to take a heart, and twist in around mine in circles, making it a co-dependent creature. The heart will feed off mine… grow used to the taste and strength of it. This heart will soften its beat as I beat strong for two, for I am strong and can bare such things. The connection will be strong too, and healthy. Peace everlasting a promise…

… and then I take my prey. Never intentionally, but always still, I become the Hunter. Seduced to my calling by Fate, she tells me it is time to leave… and I the great fool listen with deaf ears and respond grandly. First I tear my heart from its companion and return it to my ragged chest. I leave, and upon my exit I always take the time to let out a great howl towards the moon. Shining jewel that it is, I am its slave. To the shimmering moon and the bitch Fate I answer.

Then I run. I run for days, hunter that I am, seeking whom I shall next devour. And all the while a thought tears at the back of my head… “What am I forgetting?” I can’t quite place it, but I know there is something. Something forgotten. I place the thought, like I wish I never had, and then the image comes… Oh God, what have I done?

What I see is my creation… a tortured mass lying on the ground. Surrounding is a shallow pool of liquid… blood mixed with tears, I think. No matter how hard I shake, I can’t make this figure move… this shell of the one I knew. It is not gone, for beside still lays the heart. Beating weakly; alive still. I did this?

That is when I know again that I am not the Hunter. Fate’s hunter is ruthless, and kills with precision. But at least it shows mercy. But I… am worse. I, the Corruptor. So much more ruthless than one who will give release, I torture long after my leave. These scars I make maim… but never will I let your feelings die. That is my curse you see, that I am not hellish enough. If I was, I could release you… end the pain. But that is a strength I do not have… weak, too weak. How can I stop this?

And so I hide… I hide from you and say little. I stay in dark shadows, and hope you won’t find me. It’s not cruelty that keeps me distant, I swear. It’s the only kindness I’ve ever done. Too many suffer out there in the world on my account. But not you… it can’t be you too. Such a heart you have, a sincere, kind, and loving heart… and because of what I am, I want nothing of that heart. I will destroy it.

You must grow strong, but you must do so independent of my curse. You must live long, so you can understand that this is wisdom. But most of all… you must stay sweet, and never let me touch you… for that will be your end. An end I won’t allow.

Hear me, I beg… and in time, believe. Until then, let me be nothing… your only choice for peace.

~ Perspective