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Blake stood within the limits of the shadows, his toes mere millimeters away from the sunlight that sprayed into the dark room, casting shadows upon light, and light upon shadows. But he was safe- none of it touched him as he stood in the dark shadows, only but his toes feeling the harsh tingle of sunlight hitting his flesh. It didn’t matter much; his flesh would regenerate quickly enough, anyways. His eyes were stuck on the setting sun in the distance, watching as the dark sky slowly swallowed up the orange radiance that he could no longer claim his. He stood there, but a straight statue, his chest barely moving as he breathed in the musky air that filled his room along with the scent of blood, flesh and death. With each inch the sun shrunk down within the horizon, Blake took another step forward, following the shadows as they slowly grew in response of the waning sun. Each step was another triumph over the eternal sun- one that he was most likely going to see for many years into the future. Even when she is gone. Blake’s eyes flickered and dimmed, more so than they had been but a few seconds ago, his pupils dilating until it was almost as if it covered his entire iris- and then it stopped. He stopped as well as the sun finally went out of view, plunging Blake into a sheer, blank darkness.

A chuckle escaped his lips as Blake turned around away from the window that he now stood right behind. The moon is out! Up, sister! His eyes flickered and a red light poured through from them, his iris flashing in the color of a pale, dark crimson. Up, up, up! His giggles echoed throughout the empty building, scaring all those that were not she whom he beckoned into shivers and fear. Walking over to his bed, Blake grabbed two bright red heels from his bedside and slipped his feet in carefully. “Beautiful.” He muttered, turning his feet left and right as he stared down at the new heels. “Thank you for the gift, darling.” He laughed again as he placed a kiss a figure’s head- one which laid on the red blankets, his hands fiddling in the red mass to pull out a white lump. “Oh my! Breakfast? You shouldn’t have!” A moan rasped through the room from the bed as Blake sat down, the red liquid staining the white shirt he had on at the hems. Immediately, he whipped his hand against the woman’s cheek, forcing her to a stop as a snap resounded throughout the silent room. “Annoying little bitch.” He snarled, his face dark as the urge to play suddenly vanished from within Blake's heart- but the look suddenly disappeared as the large smile crossed over Blake’s face once more. “Now then…Eris always loves the heart.” He surveyed the carcass that laid on his bed, naked and ravaged, bruised and cut- all his work. His grin widened as his hand snaked up the woman’s opened torso and onto her bared chest, his nails sharp and his hand stark white against the dying flesh.

“Is it…here?” Immediately, his nails dug into the woman’s left breast, the flesh moving away from his strong fingers as they forcibly crushed into the woman. Cracks filled the room as he broke open her ribcage, allowing access to the origin of life- the heart. An almost sweet look came onto Blake’s face as he gently wrapped his fingers around the motionless heart, caressing the dead muscle to fit his hand- only for him to wrench it out, cruel and heartless, and out into the air. Flinging it onto a plate on the bedside cabinet, Blake got up and licked his fingers, his other hand still clenching his own fine meal. Eris! He snapped across the school, his eyes flashing dangerously when no reply came from his sister’s side of the link. Blake sighed and walked over to a tattered wardrobe, pulling apart the old doors to reveal clean, laundered shirts and pants. Grabbing a pair of black pants, Blake shoved them on with the high heels still on and then walked back to the bed. I expect this room cleaned by someone after an hour. Blake sent the message to all that roamed the halls of the rundown school- the lesser demons would clean up the evidence of Blake’s fun last night that lay both in his bed and on the floor. Grabbing the platter, Blake made his way out of the room and past the many bodies that lined the walls, nailed in through their hands and legs with knives. A click of his fingers brightened the hallway as fires flickered on the whisks of the candles that lined the corridor, one by one as Blake moved through.

But then the scene suddenly changed. Though the sight of human bodies did persist- there no longer was the smell of musk, nor the overt BDSM displays. Rather, toys lined the hallways, dipped in blood and ruined with flesh. Blake laughed as he took another bite of the flesh, a smirk forming on his face as he walked through his sister’s masterpieces. Quickly, her door appeared in front of Blake as he knocked lightly before whisking the doors open, placing the platter on a table in the corner. “Wake up, Eris.” Blake said in a compliant voice, fires bursting alive on the candles that lined the walls of the girl’s room, along with those that hung on the chandelier, bathing the room with dim, warm light. “It’s time to play, little sister.”