A passionate hatred, a heart scorned by the flames ignited by none other then their own burning malevolence for one and other; one in the same. Their poisonous spite was infectious and controversial to every living organism around them; their smouldering emotions so hot and putrid that it seemed to spit on the very face of existence and religion. Forked tongues hidden behind serrated grins enveloped in a malicious smile. The Devil’s erotic glare, glinting sadistically behind the empty dark pools of childish curiosity and deadly intrigue. The sickness had worked its way into the very hearts of men and women a-like, brutally ripping out all sense of affection and empathy towards those who had been nothing that even resembled a threat for centuries.

Greed, envy, lust and misconception was all it took to start a war, one that would soon grow into nothing but a fight for dominance and power, and oh so quickly, there would be nothing left but a pile of limp, lifeless figures of those who took a fancy to the game of cold-blooded murder. Vicious beasts blinded by an uncompromising rage thrashing at one and other, piercing flesh to get a single drop of that crimson wine that flowed from the broken veins of their so-called enemies. But pretty soon many could not resist the urge to get drunk in that bittersweet intoxicated state of adrenaline and the lust for the kill; figures morphing into nothing but potential targets, with no recollection of right and wrong. Their conscience misplaced and their hunger burning deep within in them they make their next move and take another bite… soon enough their cannibalistic nature is all but a faint whisper caught in the breeze and their bodies simply dust upon the ground, their blood staining the only remaining life around them; painting them in a crimson red. Forever embracing that single year of massacre - the year the demons escaped from the underworld and the Devil laughed upon his throne as all of Hell was cast upon Zer Sieh

The dying light of the setting sun had long been extinguished from the far east of the world, the darkness had quickly taken it's claim over the heavens and the midnight blue sky was softly dancing with the faint winking faces of thousands of stars casting their small flickers of light down through both space and time to appear before the earth over 4.3 years later. The moon hung in amongst the dark blackening clouds that gathered like soldiers around their queen, all bowing down before her to marvel in her stolen glory. Her pale face brought a small sense of beauty in the dissonance of the solemn evening, her round visage showering the night in a dusting of silver laced rays that lit the midnight gloom. Like the flickering of a candle, both bringing light and casting shadows; opening upon new hidden realms amongst the midnight melancholy.

The faint wisps of an expiring breeze entwined its evanescent lace of frost-bitten chill, its tangential hands languidly dancing through open air before coming to claw a supple finger through the dense shaded fur of an unsuspecting onlooker. A figure stirred as a it relished in the touch of the sensuous tremble that ran down her spine. Her tail rose, as she shook off the last of the natural affection that the evening had bestowed upon her with a small flick, which took a great resemblance to that of a cat: Though all assumptions were lost as her hidden figure revealed itself before the midnight show of light and shadows. The darkness soon dispelled from her feminine contours as took a single step forward, the shows unravelling from her figure in one fluid motion, the lace of ebony hue falling still behind her as moonlight scattered her pelt and a long pale muzzle appeared to step out from within the stygian background and her true form marvelled in the silver rays that were cast down from the moon.

Her lilac eyes were only just becoming noticeable as the dim lighting filled her gaze and her eyes shimmered eerily as her pupil's dilated into two beady black pin-pricks as she blinked once, adjusting to the new source of light. Long black lashes framed her eyes and a fragile smile of grace pulled at her cheeks as she lowered her head and shut her eyes to soak up all the night had to offer. She and the night were at one; both still and silent in each others presence, the rhythmic beating of the her heart in time with the blinking of the stars as she listened around her to the small cries of a near-by owl calling into the night for a lover lost by the cold winter months that proved too much for some. The light breathing of the female slipped through half-parted lips, revealing a clean set of pearl-white fangs hidden in the smog of the small white clouds that danced with her every escaping breath. The slow expanding of her chest was calm and placid, like that of a sleeping child. A silent sigh played on the breeze as she stood parallel to the blood-stained horizon, the steady swaying of the grass appearing like a red sea beneath the never-ending sky.

The female’s haunches lowered into a sit as she took a seat amongst the field of crimson and waited for the lore of the night to take their course, insomnia keeping a tight hold around her fading dreams. Her tail instinctively coiled around her rump and rested upon her feet as she settled herself into her chosen place of rest. Her chance to dream may have been stolen from her tonight, but her mind was still buzzing in thought as her focus began to grow tired and her vision blurred and distorted; only the vague outlines of shapes remained in her sights as she briefly glanced around, entangled in her state of in-between. Another small sigh escaped her parted lips, this time the sound lingering around her like a haunting whisper caught in the dying atmosphere.

She sat contemplating; the silence of the evening proving to be the perfect time for thinking; and it was then that the owl dared to raise its voice again that the female couldn't help but lash out. Her lips curled back and a sharp icy whisper struck the air before dispelling into the foreboding darkness.

"Silence!"

...It didn't dare make another sound.