Dark tendrils dance along my skin,the power cold, dark yet sickly addictive.
The sound of screams, music to my ears,smell of burning flesh,putrid,but I like it...I chuckle darkly,my grip around his throat tightening,his whimpers giving me immense satisfaction...
Amidst the hood of death that hung over the place,a voice that gets me rigid resounds,"Xavier!",I turn, meeti closely...
I walk through the rubble and debris ,littered bodies lying everywhere...all my handiwork quite satisfying ...