Scream of the ButterflyScream of the Butterfly by ~morticon
"Scream of the Butterfly"
His black talons shone in the firelight like beacons to his madness. The sweet scent of fear filled his primal nostrils with a sultry seductiveness unmatched by anything this existence could ever hope to offer. The unsurpassed exhilaration... the perfect harmony of pain and terror... humanity was a symphony, and he was its conductor.
Matagar examined the weeping figure he held pressed to the ground with one massive foot. She was a pathetic sight, indeed. Her black tresses were matted and soaked in her own blood and tears. Her clothing was torn - shredded in some places - from where his talons had raked acros