Snippet #1124032

Khazu looked back hearing her anger, so his plan worked. In a way he was hurt that his plan went through so easily then again what more could he expect. This was the outcome he was going for, the one that he needed for conclusion and to know that she would live on safely. But to say such words, purposely making his only friend hate him. Never again shall i speak where it can hurt another. I myself am the real demon here, not her. She was never once cruel unless there was a reasoning behind it.

He walked through the trade district until he found a booth with a man cutting pelts in order to make different sizes of clothing. Khazu took the knife, and hopped back over the counter. Forcing the man to watch as he opened his mouth and took the blade to his tongue. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he placed the tongue down on the counter as a form of payment. The man yelled at him repeatedly, but Khazu continued. He reached over and grabbed one of the masks which were said to be the face of a demons. Mainly it was worn by kids who played, men who were recreating a moment they confronted a demon for others to see, or it was to mock those they called demons. Khazu's reasoning, to show that he marked himself as a demon.

He walked towards the gates, and left the village, even left humanity behind. His mind on atonement for what he had said to Ryuka. I shall become the only demon, I will terrorize the humans so much that they no longer hunt her. The six will kill me and let her lead a simple life. His wounds still burned, but he ignored them for the inner pain was much worse. He knew that she had to hate him, or else to much harm would come.