54th Line
I was already broken.
Kill.
Through these eyes, I can only see these things. These lines...
Kill.
I'm going to be killed.
I'm going to be killed.
I'm going to be killed.
I'm going to kill.
I'm going to kill.
I'm going to kill.
I'm going to
KILL
I can feel it. The power flowing through me. It was a simple twist and that was it. The black monsters around me exploded, their lines of death cleanly sliced. Blood poured down over my head, chilling my skin. My eyes lifted up toward the true monster, the one called Nero Chaos. What a presumptuous name. I could see every line on his body and the single point that spelled death.
Something twitched.
Four monsters took a leap. Suddenly, everything came to a halt. I could feel the wind howling loudly in my ears. My knife effortlessly carved through their lines as I simply walked past them. When the wind stopped howling, it had hit me. They hadn't stopped. I was moving that fast. What a rush. Hahahaha, the excitement almost brought tears to my eyes.
Huh? Another. I charged the creature, slamming my knife into the point on it's head. It disintegrated to dust, its existence dead. The one I loosely remembered as Nero shot me a look of surprise. He was already beginning to feel fear, the one thing blocked from the minds of immortals. I began my travels to the true monster but was slightly delayed by more creatures.
I took down these beasts as simply as I would chew gum. It was only natural that they be destroyed. Only natural. Who could say no to swatting mosquitoes? Certainly not anyone sane. Three more jumped. I switched the grip on my knife and my arm exploded outward. It was like it never left my side as the dark animals exploded into bits and chunks of gore.
The one called Nero unleashes a monster out of his body, taller than a two story house. What was it? A manticore? A crab? Hmph, like it really mattered. In seconds, I had killed it, plunging my knife into one of its points.
A head of a dragon came forth from Nero's arm. Using it as a spring board, I jumped over him and casually removed his arm from his body. The thing began to yell, fear actually covering his face. What? Why? You can't regenerate? Hahahaha, how rich! This moment needed to be savored. I took it slowly, stalking forward. The monster actually took a step back. This was amazing! The rush was even better than an orgasm, watching one who considered himself a higher being retreat in fright.
Even he couldn't believe it. He morphed himself into the worst monster known to man. I took this chance and plunged my knife right into his single point. I barely felt the wound he made on my arm because his death felt that good.
The death of a vampire. Ahhhh.
[ooc; Start here and continue to heart's content.]