What You May Hope To See

I apologize for the corruption I may have caused to this photograph. It is George's final wish. Oh... wait, George isn't here, anymore. I guess that means it is MY wish. You won't have to worry about much, this isn't my best picture.

It is my only one, in fact.

Faith

For decades, I have jumped from husk to husk, hollowed out the pathetic creatures you are; human. The decay rate... it's exhilarating. Incredibly quick, but my god, do you feel it. Sometimes, it's just enough time to slaughter everyone in the same building. Sometimes, it's enough time to kill all but one...

And that one survivor will watch me rebirth myself, cowering in the corner. They will see me, the black phoenix. Rise from the crumbled remains. They will utter not a sound.

It's fucking incredible. The ecstasy of watching you suffer. Our friend, George, here, just watched it occur to his brother. He tried to get a picture. But then he thought he could escape. I swear, you are all daft. Maybe one day, you will all see me. Maybe one day, you will see that picture.

And if, for some minute reason, I spare you... I will haunt your dreams. My voice will fill your head night and day, it won't mute, it won't change. You will wish to swallow your own eyes, I will be everywhere in your vision.

You won't utter another sound again.

What I Am

Beautiful night, isn't it? The word beauty... has no true meaning other than darkness. Darkness is where we cannot see the monsters. It's when we can't see who we really speak to, who we really touch, who we love. When the darkness envelopes all of the world you reside in...

That is beauty.

You fools use beauty in such a wrong manner. I question it. I am astounded that you can even speak the word without knowing what true beauty is. Now, as I recall, one of our friends thought of beauty as a... place. A place you reside after expiration. Bliss...

Beauty is not bliss. I recall another man, upon witnessing me hatch from his brother. And he watched in terror, his eyes watering, pressed into the corner of the wall, and I approached him. He stared into me, as I slowly dragged myself upon the floor. He watched, then asked me...

God, why must you hurt us?

God? I do not go by that name anymore. I go by no name. Whole, I was a god. Broken, I am a plague.

A plague that haunts your children's dreams. Spreading from singularity to singular. One man unto one man. I have no cure. I am the cure. I am the devil, I am a god, I am an angel and I am a demon. I am the earth and I am the sky, I am you but not, I am the screaming cries you hear at night.

I do not call myself God. God is spread around the world, infecting slowly. Humanity will bleed God's saliva. And that?

That is beauty.

Sing Me To Sleep

Oh, how easy that was... taking it all from you. Like a simile, almost. Graceful as a vulture leaping onto that which is already dead. But I...?

I am not scavenging. I solely remember the first time I took a life. The first time I found purpose. You all look agape, surprised when you hear not a crack of bone. Not a single tear of flesh or meat. Not one drop of blood splash onto the world which you reside.

You will just hear a soft little sigh, a moan, a gurgled cry as I am born again. And again. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again andagainandagainandagainagidnadigandgda.

Your whole body burns, doesn't it, dear child? You can see me typing this, in a beautiful shade of deep red. You want to cry, but I have taken up the room. Your skin is breaking off in lovely shards...

And a soft little sigh.
A moan.
A gurgled cry.

I am born again.

In Loud Colors

I suppose you deserve a... proper introduction.

I debated on the validity of introducing myself via pictures of my friends; our friends. But alas, they are leaving us so soon. Like the ashes on a beach. That is a requiem for another day, however. My best friend, Jeremy, sufficed for our lovely get-together. But he won't last much longer.

Too bad. I much fancied his build. Strong, slim and fast. I believe he "ran track," but that doesn't mean a damn to me. I've almost full control now. But that will only last a few seconds.

It's almost over for all of you. I would pity you, if I understood your pain. And oh, how I do. I relish in it. Jeremy knows first-hand, what, with his murdering everyone he loves, being found like this. He should be ashamed, embarrassed at the very least.

It's time for me to go, my friends. To move on from one shell.

Into another. Au revoir, husks.