fear

(Ryker)

fear. That's one thing I thrived on, I fed on, which kept me alive and going. It made me feel powerful, fear is what I loved the most. Right now it's staring back at me in the form of a rogue. With my talons extended Along with my canines getting ready for my kill of the day, I struck.

I didn't stop until I was looking at its dismembered body with a smile on my blood-covered face. I heard a gasp and looked around to find my mother and father there with their mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them.

" you are getting out of control Ryker. this can't go on any longer." I growled while marching up to my father, a means to kill him etched on my mind like never before. Why must they always interfere? I wasn't born a Saint no, I'm the devil himself. I stopped in front of my father's trembling form as he took in my appearance, making sure to let my mother take cover from my wrath behind his back. My eyes had changed from their rightful color to red, it's the color t